e is under
her feet, and under that is a foundation of solid gold.

First, the riches of the earth to the bottom; then the eagle Ambition,
and wavin' wings of power and conquest, carryin' the hull round world,
and then, above 'em all, Woman.

Yes, Justice in the form of woman stood jest where she ort to
stand--right on top of the world.

Justice and Woman has too long been crumpled down, and trod on. But she
has got on top now, and I believe will stay there for some time.

She holds a septer in her right hand, and in her left a pair of scales.

She holds her scales evenly balanced--that is jest as it ort to be; they
have always tipped up on the side of man (which has been the side of
Might).

But now they are held even, and _Right_ will determine how the notches
stand, not Might.

I don't believe that the Nation would make a statute of woman out of
solid silver, and stand it on top of the world, if it didn't lay out to
give her sect a little mite of what she symbolizes.

They hain't a-goin' to make a silver woman and call it Justice, if they
lay out to keep their idee of wimmen in the future, as they have in the
past, the holler pewter image stuffed full of all sorts of injustices,
and meannesses, and downtroddenness.

They hain't a-goin' to stand the figger of woman and Justice on top of
the world, and then let woman herself grope along in the deepest and
darkest swamps and morasses of injustice and oppression, taxed without
representation, condemned and hung by laws they have no voice in makin'.

Goin' on in the future as in the past--bringin' children into the world,
dearer to 'em than their heart's blood, and then have their hearts torn
out of 'em to see these children go to ruin before 'em through the
foolishness and wickedness of laws they have no power to prevent--nay,
if they are rich, to see their loved ones helped to their doom by their
own wealth; taxed to extend and perpetuate these means of death and
Hell, and they with their hands bound by the chains of Slavery and old
Custom.

But things are a-goin' to be different. I see it plain. And I looked on
that figger with big emotions in my heart, and my umbrell in my hand.

I knew the Nation wuzn't a-goin' to depicter woman with the hull earth
at her feet, and then deny her the rights of the poorest dog that walks
that globe. No; that would be makin' too light of her, and makin'
perfect fools of themselves.

They wouldn't of their own accord put