menced pointed out to me the celebrities on the platform. Presently, as a lady entered, his eye brightened with sudden interest. “Look there!” he said, “at that lady just come in—that is Ernestine Rose, of the Investigator — you remember her articles?” I followed his glance, then turned to him in astonishment: “That Mrs. Rose!” I exclaimed; ‘‘why, that is my eloquent unknown—Mrs, Roe, of Ohio!”
I do not yet understand how I came to make the mistake as to her identity, but I was very glad that it had been made, as I had thus an opportunity to receive my impressions of her apart from my prejudices. And my first favorable impressions were deepened on hearing her speak again that evening, and on the following day, at the anniversary of the Universal Peace Society at Dodworth Hall.
Mrs. Rose was at that time apparently about fifty years of age, of medium height, of fine, matronly form, and thoroughly feminine in appearance—much more so than she
