hange, I shall
be honored in the privilege of so exchanging.

Well, my young friend, the brother clergyman referred to, whom I
am glad to see in this audience, went and did according to my
suggestion; and, by the professional service of Mrs. Dall in his
pulpit, more than once, I think, ministered no little edification
to his people. And, in this connection, let me say: If the
argument against woman's preaching be, "Oh! it looks so awkward
and singular to see a woman with a gown on in the pulpit" (for
that's the whole gist of it), why, then, the same logic might as
well disrobe the male priesthood of their silken paraphernalia,
cassock and bands.

But there are other and better words in waiting, and I yield the
floor.

CHARLES G. AMES expressed his gratitude at being permitted to
occupy this platform, and identify himself with the cause of
those noblest of living women who had dared the world's
scorn--had dared to stand alone on the ground of their moral
convictions. He thought Rev. Mr. Clarke had spoken but half the
truth in saying, "Half the human race are concerned in the
Woman's Rights movement."

If the Mohammedan doctrine (that woman has no soul) be true,
then the opponents of this cause are justifiable. But concede
that she has a rational soul, and you concede the equality of her
rights. Concede that she is capable of being a Christian, and you
concede that she has a right to help do the Christian's work; and
the Christian's work includes all forms of noble activity, as
well as the duty of self-development.

But some people are afraid of agitation. You remember the story
of the rustic, who fainted away in the car when taking his first
railroad ride, and gasped out, on coming to himself, "Has the
thing lit?" He belonged, probably, to that large class of people
who go into hysterics every time the world begins to move, and
who are never relieved from their terror till quiet is restored.

Great alarm prevails lest this agitation should breed a fatal
quarrel between man and woman; as though there could be a want of
harmony, a collision of rights, between the sexes. Sad visions
are conjured up before us of family feuds, mutual hair-pullings,
and a general wreck of all domestic bliss. Certainly, there are
difficulties ab