mation of art clubs.
And all this in addition to the vast army of faithful teachers,
represented by Sarah B. Raymond, Professor Louisa Allen Gregory
and Mary C. Larned. Mrs. Louise Rockwood Wardner, president of
the Illinois Industrial School for Girls, and the noble band of
women associated with her, were earnestly at work in the endeavor
to secure to the vagrant girls of the State an industrial
education. Miss Frances E. Willard and the dauntless army of
temperance workers were petitioning for the right to vote on all
questions pertaining to the liquor traffic.

Meanwhile many of the members of the Illinois Social Science
Association were beginning to realize that every measure proposed
for progressive action was thwarted because of woman's inability
to crystallize her opinions into law. This has been the uniform
experience in every department of reform, and sooner or later all
thinking women see plainly that the direct influence secured by
political power gives weight and dignity to their words and
wishes. Mrs. Jane Graham Jones, ex-president of the State
Association, continued her effective work in Europe, and, as a
delegate from the National Association, prepared the following
address of welcome to the International Congress, convened in
Paris, July 5, 1878:

Friends, compatriots, and confreres of the International
Congress assembled to discuss the rights of women: Allow me
to extend to you the congratulations of the National Woman
Suffrage Association of America, which I have the honor to
represent. I congratulate you upon this important, this
sublime moment, this auspicious place for the meeting of a
woman's congress. Paris, gorgeous under the grand monarch
who surrounded his royal person with a splendid galaxy of
beauty, genius, and chivalry; attractive and influential
under the great emperor whose meteoric genius held
spell-bound the wondering gaze of a world; to-day, with
neither king nor court, nor man of destiny, is grander, more
gorgeous, more beautiful and more influential than ever
before. To-day this is the shrine toward which the pilgrims
from every land turn their impatient steps.

Each balmy breeze comes to us heavily laden with the