s in the federal service, by order of the Secretary of War. In
this capacity she served through the four years' struggle. In a letter
dated December 7, 1864, she writes: "I take no hour's leisure. I think
that since the war, I have taken no day's furlough." Her great
services were officially recognized by Edwin M. Stanton, Secretary of
War.

Having served the country as faithfully as any soldier, during its
hour of need, she returned to her former work of promoting and
securing the erection of hospitals and of visiting those before
established. In 1877, when Miss Dix was seventy-five, Dr. Charles F.
Folsom, of Boston, in a book entitled "Diseases of the Mind," said of
her: "Her frequent visits to our institutions of the insane now, and
her searching criticisms, constitute of themselves a better lunacy
commission than would be likely to be appointed in many of our
states."

She was at that date, however, near the end of her active labors. In
1881, at the age of seventy-nine, she retired to the hospital she had
been the means of building in Trenton, N. J., and there she remained,
tenderly, even reverently cared for, until her death in 1887. So
passed to her rest and her reward one of the most remarkable women of
her generation.

V

SARAH MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI

[Illustration: SARAH MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI]

At Cambridge, it is still possible to pick up interesting
reminiscences of Longfellow and Lowell from old neighbors or townsmen,
proud even to have seen these celebrities as familiar objects upon the
street. "And Margaret Fuller," you suggest, further to tap the memory
of your venerable friend. He smiles gently and says, Margaret Fuller
was before his time; he remembers the table-talk of his youth. He
remembers, when she was a girl at dancing-school, Papanti stopped his
class and said, "Mees Fuller, Mees Fuller, you sal not be so
magnee-fee-cent"; he remembers that, being asked if she thought
herself better than any one else, she calmly said, "Yes, I do"; and he
remembers that Miss Fuller having announced that she accepted the
universe, a wit remarked that the universe ought to be greatly obliged
to her.

Margaret Fuller was born in 1810, a year later than Longfellow, but
while Longfellow lived until 1882, Margaret was lost at sea thirty
years before, in 1850. The last four years of her life were spent in
Italy, so that American memories of Margaret must needs go back to
1846. Practically it is tradit