, mouldy church, listening to their old
father's dry, hard theology, with their feet on the cold,
carpetless stones which covered their loved dead. It was too
horrible! Then I walked over the single stone pathway through the
fields toward the moor, opened the same wooden gates, and was, and
still continue to be, dipped into the depths of their utter
loneliness and sadness, born so out of time and place. How much the
world of literature has lost because of their short and
ill-environed lives, we can guess only from its increased wealth in
spite of all their adverse conditions.

From Leeds I went to Birmingham to attend an Anti-Contagious
Diseases Acts conference, and there heard the serene, lovely
Josephine E. Butler.

[Illustration: Autograph: "Josephine E. Butler"]

Miss Mueller has invited Mrs. Stanton and me to spend the rest of
our time with her. Mrs. Lucas and some others are going to
Liverpool to say good-by to us. The cordiality, instead of
decreasing, grows greater and greater as the day of departure draws
near.... I dread stepping on shipboard, but long to set foot upon
my native soil again. Only think, I shall have been gone over nine
months when I land in New York!

From the diary:

Oct. 13.--Last evening at Mrs. Rose's I met the daughter of Charles
Bradlaugh, a talented young woman, whom the college refused to
admit to botany lectures because of her father's atheism.

Oct. 18.--At Leeds. Liberal party convention; went this evening to
hear John Bright remember to forget to mention the extension of
suffrage to women in 1869 and 1870, and the property law for
married women in 1882. He did not meet my expectations as a
speaker, but far surpasses any other Englishman I have heard. None
of them can touch Wendell Phillips.

Oct. 28.--Had a four hours' row on the Thames today with some
friends. This evening went to hear Mrs. Annie Besant.

Nov. 2.--Have been out to Basingstoke to see the new baby. Mrs.
Mona Caird lunched with us. Have heard Michael Davitt, Mr. Fawcett
and Helen Taylor, all masterly speakers.

[Illustration: Autograph: "Sincerely Yours, Frances Power Cobbe"]

LONDON, November 6.

MY DEAR SISTER: ... As soon as I finish this scribble I am to have
5 o'clock tea with