dency, a
procession with a band from Boston, marched to her house and gave her
a serenade. She says that she joined in the hurrahs "like the
strong-minded woman that I am. The fact is, I forgot half the time
whether I belonged to the stronger or weaker sex." Whether she
belonged to the stronger or weaker sex, is still something of a
problem. Sensible men would be willing to receive her, should women
ever refuse to acknowledge her.

Wendell Phillips paid her an appreciative tribute, at her funeral.
"There were," he said, "all the charms and graceful elements which we
call feminine, united with a masculine grasp and vigor; sound
judgment and great breadth; large common sense and capacity for
everyday usefulness, endurance, foresight, strength, and skill." The
address is given in full in the volume of "Letters." There is also a
fine poem by Whittier for the same occasion:

"Than thine was never turned a fonder heart
To nature and to art;

Yet loving beauty, thou couldst pass it by,
And for the poor deny
Thyself...."

The volume contains a poetical tribute of an earlier date, by Eliza
Scudder, of which Mrs. Child said, "I never was so touched and pleased
by any tribute in my life. I cried over the verses and I smiled over
them." I will close this paper with Miss Scudder's last stanza:

"So apt to know, so wise to guide,
So tender to redress,--
O, friend with whom such charms abide,
How can I love thee less?"

IV

DOROTHEA LYNDE DIX

[Illustration: DOROTHEA LYNDE DIX]

The career of Dorothy Dix is a romance of philanthropy which the world
can ill afford to forget. It has been said of her, and it is still
said, that she was "the most useful and distinguished woman America
has yet produced." It is the opinion of Mr. Tiffany, her biographer,
that as the founder of institutions of mercy, she "has simply no peer
in the annals of Protestantism." To find her parallel one must go to
the calendar of the Catholic saints,--St. Theresa, of Spain, or Santa
Chiara, of Assisi. "Why then," he asks, do the "majority of the
present generation know little or nothing of so remarkable a story!"
Till his biography appeared, it might have been answered that the
story had never been told; now, we should have to say that, with a
thousand demands upon our time, it has not been read.

Dorothea Lynde Dix--born February 11, 1802--was the daughter of Joseph
Dix and granddaughter of the