n St. Louis, says that they have announced us to
speak there on Monday evening. What will interest you more than
all besides, is the unanimous passage of a resolution in the
convention indorsing _The Revolution_ as the national organ of
the woman's suffrage movement. The Chicago press has graciously
given many columns to reports of the convention.

E. C. S.

ST. LOUIS, Feb. 18.

DEAR REVOLUTION:--While in Chicago we attended a reception at
Mrs. William Doggett's, where we met Madame de Herricourt, a
distinguished French lady, who published an able work on woman
some years since, in which she severely criticised several French
writers, Michelet among the rest, for their sentimental nonsense
about the sex. She is a very brilliant woman, with a large head,
a bright, expressive face, and a stout figure, rather below the
medium height. We discussed several French writers, among others,
Victor Hugo, and fully agreed as to his women--that they were all
lamentable failures. It is strange that a writer who can paint
such strong men should so utterly fade out whenever he attempts a
woman, and, the strangest part of it is, that he does not see it
himself, and get some gifted woman to draw his female characters.
To make such grand men as Jean Valjean and Gilliette love such
types of womanhood as Victor Hugo creates, always did seem to us
a desecration of that sentiment. We called to see Sidney Howard
Gay, one of the editors of the Chicago _Tribune_, and found him
writing with his left hand, as, owing to a severe fall, his right
hand had forgotten its cunning. If the grand position the Chicago
_Tribune_ takes on Woman Suffrage, is the result of this
accident, we wish all our Republican editors in the East would
take a left handed tilt at our question. Sunday night we left
Chicago for St. Louis in the palace cars, where we slept as
comfortably as in our own home and breakfasted on the train in
the morning. The dining-room was exquisitely arranged and the
cooking excellent. The kitchen was a gem, and the cook, in the
neatness and order of his person and all his surroundings, was a
pink of male perfection. It really did seem like magic, to eat,
sleep, read the mo