an do in whatever
field she is best fitted for the accomplishment of results for the
world's good." If a young woman is fitted to preside over a home, and
some young man desires to crown her queen of that realm, she can find
no higher calling in this world. There is nothing on this earth more
like heaven than a happy home. I can give to a young woman no better
wish than that the future may find her presiding over a home made
beautiful by her character and culture, and safe through her
influence.

But if a young woman is qualified like Frances E. Willard to better
the world by public life-work, or like Florence Nightingale or Jane
Addams to relieve the suffering of thousands, then she should not
confine herself to the limited sphere of one household. I believe in
the call of capacity for usefulness in both sexes. There are men who
are called to be cooks; they know the art of the caterer. There are
men fitted to be dressmakers; they know the colors that blend and the
styles which give beauty to dress. There are women who are fitted for
science, literature and medicine. Some of the best cooks we have are
men; some of the best writers and speakers are women. Abraham Lincoln
never did more by his proclamation to free the slave, than did Harriet
Beecher Stowe with "Uncle Tom's Cabin." William E. Gladstone never did
more to endear himself to the people of Ireland by his advocacy of the
home-rule, than has Lady Henry Somerset endeared herself to the common
people of the "United Kingdom," by turning away from the wealth,
nobility and aristocracy of England to devote her great heart, gifted
brain and abundant means to the elevation of the masses, the
reformation of the wayward, and the relief of the poor.

There is a fitness that must not be ignored. Frances E. Willard would
never have made a dressmaker. It is said she did not know when her own
dress fit, or whether becoming; she depended upon Anna Gordon to
decide for her. But by the music of her eloquence and the rhythm of
her rhetoric, she could send the truth echoing through the hearts of
her hearers like the strain of a sweet melody. Worth, of Paris,
France, would not have made an orator, but he could design a robe to
please a princess and make a dress to fit "to the queen's taste." Then
let Worths make dresses, and Frances E. Willards charm the world by
their eloquence.

Yonder is a boy. His soul is full of music; his fingers are as much at
home on the key-board of a pi