egate to be in order; again and again appeal was
made to the Convention and the decision of the President
sustained; but a factious minority succeeded in silencing her
voice, and so ended the first session in storm.

On the second morning your delegate wisely waited until the
resolutions offered to the convention by the Business Committee
were opened for discussion. When the first resolution, declaring
the _religious character_ of the Temperance Movement, was
submitted to the meeting, Miss Brown rose to speak. She rose
calmly in the body of the house; she was a minister of religion,
an advocate of temperance; she had it in her heart to press this
reformation onward in a religious spirit; she had avoided all
disputes on petty points of order, and now wished to address
herself earnestly to the momentous theme. Had she not a perfect
right to do so? And what fitter occasion could occur? The very
topic was of a kind to banish personalities and hush low
passions. Your delegate was invited by the President to take the
platform; she did so with quiet dignity, but scarcely had she
reached the stand when all around her on the platform itself, and
among the officers of the Convention, began that disgraceful row,
which led an onlooker in the gallery to cry out, "Are those men
drunk?" I have no wish to dwell upon that cowardly transaction,
but this remark I am bound in honor to make: If any man says that
Antoinette Brown forced the subject of "Woman's Rights" on that
Temperance Convention in plain Saxon speech, _He Lies_. She never
dreamed of asking any _privilege_ as a woman; she stood there in
her _right_ as a delegate; her aim was to urge forward the
Temperance Reform. No! the whole uproar on "Woman's Rights" came
from the professed friends of Temperance, and began with the
insulting cry--from a man on the platform--of, "Shame on the
woman!" That man I need hardly tell you was the notorious John
Chambers, of Philadelphia--the so-called Rev. John Chambers!--he
it was who, with brazen face and clanging tongue, stood stamping
until he raised a cloud of dust around him, pointing with coarse
finger and rudely shouting "shame on the woman," until he even
stood abashed before the indignant cry from the Convention of
"shame on John Chambers."

The Revere