sies of Mr. Train, as they give occasion to the
sons and daughters of the Philistines to rejoice, and the children of
the uncircumcised only wanted a good excuse to triumph. Shall you be at
the May meeting? I will not be there under any circumstances without
you and Susan and our good friend Parker; so whatever may become of Mr.
Train or of the paper, count me now and ever as your true and
unswerving friend."

The following graphic description, by the correspondent, Nellie
Hutchinson, was published in the Cincinnati Commercial:

There's a peculiarly resplendent sign at the head of the third
flight of stairs, and obeying its directions I march into the north
corridor and enter The Revolution office. Nothing so very terrible
after all. The first face that salutes my vision is a youthful
one--fresh, smiling, bright-eyed, auburn-crowned. It belongs to one
of the employes of the establishment, and its owner conducts me to
a comfortable sofa, then trips lightly through a little door
opposite to inform Miss Anthony of my presence.

I glance about me. What editorial bliss is this! Actually a neat
carpet on the floor, a substantial round table covered by a pretty
cloth, engravings and photographs hung thickly over the clear white
walls. Here is Lucretia Mott's saintly face, beautiful with eternal
youth; there Mary Wollstonecraft looking into futurity with earnest
eyes. In an arched recess are shelves containing books and piles of
pamphlets, speeches and essays of Stuart Mill, Wendell Phillips,
Higginson, Curtis. Two screens extend across the front of the room,
inclosing a little space around the two large windows which give
light, air and glimpses of City Hall park. Glancing around the
corner we see editor Pillsbury seated at his desk by the further
window. Opposite is another desk covered with brown wrappers and
mailing books. Close against the screen stands yet another, at
which sits the bookkeeper, an energetic young woman who ably
manages all the business affairs of The Revolution. There's an
atmosphere of womanly purity and delicacy about the place;
everything is refreshingly neat and clean, and suggestive of
reform.

Ah! here comes Susan--the determined--the invincible, the Susan who
is possibly destined to be Vice-President or Secretary of State
some of these days! What a delicious thought! I tremble as