were left entirely out
of the account, certain it is that our orators were too much
absorbed in the good done by men and for men, to once recur to
the valuable aid, self-denying patriotism and lofty virtues of
the nation's unrepresented women. There were a few exceptions:
Col. Wm. M. Ferry, of Ottawa county, Michigan, in his historical
address delivered in that county, July Fourth, took pains to make
favorable mention of the daughter of one of the pioneers, as
follows:

Louisa Constant, or "Lisette," as she was called, became her
father's clerk when twelve years old, and was as well known
for wonderful faculties for business as she was for her
personal attractions. In 1828, when Lisette was seventeen
years old, her father died. She closed up his business with
the British Company, engaged with the American Fur Company,
at Mackinaw, receiving from them a large supply of
merchandise, and for six years conducted the most successful
trading establishment in the northwest.

Think of it, ye who disparage the ability of woman! This little
tribute we record with gratification. Colonel Ferry remembered
woman. Henry Ward Beecher, in his oration, delivered at
Peekskill, is reported, to have said:

And now there is but one step more--there is but one step
more. We permit the lame, the halt and the blind to go to
the ballot-box; we permit the foreigner and the black man,
the slave and the freeman, to partake of the suffrage; there
is but one thing left out, and that is the mother that
taught us, and the wife that is thought worthy to walk side
by side with us. It is woman that is put lower than the
slave, lower than the ignorant foreigner. She is put among
the paupers whom the law won't allow to vote; among the
insane whom the law won't allow to vote. But the days are
numbered in which this can take place, and she too will
vote.

But these words are followed by others somewhat problematical, at
least in the respect rendered to women:

As in a hundred years suffrage has extended its bounds till
it now includes the whole population, in another hundred
years everything will vote, unless it be the power of the
loom,