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to grasp at any doctrine which is novel, no matter how outrageous
it may be. They are continually advertising from their platforms
some "Thrilling Narrative," or "Account of the Adventures of a
Fugitive," which may be had at the low price of one shilling
each, or eight dollars per hundred. Recently they have discovered
that the great body of their audiences came only to be amused,
and they have therefore imposed an admission fee. Lucy Stone, who
is a shrewd Yankee, has gone a step further, and in her
management of the business of the "Woman's Rights Convention,"
has provided for season tickets, to be had at "the extremely low
price of two shillings."

It is almost needless for us to say that these women are entirely
devoid of personal attractions. They are generally thin maiden
ladies, or women who perhaps have been disappointed in their
endeavors to appropriate the breeches and the rights of their
unlucky lords; the first class having found it utterly impossible
to induce any young or old man into the matrimonial noose, have
turned out upon the world, and are now endeavoring to revenge
themselves upon the sex who have slighted them. The second,
having been dethroned from their empire over the hearts of their
husbands, for reasons which may easily be imagined, go
vagabondizing over the country, boring unfortunate audiences with
long essays lacking point or meaning, and amusing only from the
impudence displayed by the speakers in putting them forth in a
civilized country. They violate the rules of decency and taste by
attiring themselves in eccentric habiliments, which hang loosely
and inelegantly upon their forms, making that which we have been
educated to respect, to love, and to admire, only an object of
aversion and disgust. A few of these unfortunate women have awoke
from their momentary trance, and quickly returned to the dress of
decent society; but we saw yesterday many disciples of the
Bloomer school at the Tabernacle. There was yesterday, and there
will be to-day, a wide field for all such at the Tabernacle.

The "compliments" showered upon _The Herald_ by the wretched
Garrison yesterday afternoon, at the Woman's Wrong Convention,
fully show that he and his coadjutors, Greeley and the rest, are
beginning to feel the truth of