was blown into notoriety, by the unmanly action of that convention itself. But what were our reasons for going to that convention? Did we go there to forward the cause of Temperance, or to forward the cause of woman; or what were our motives in going? Woman was pleading her own cause in the convention at the Tabernacle, and she had no need that any should go there to forward her cause for her; and much as I love temperance, and love those poor sisters who suffer because of intemperance, it was not especially to plead their cause, that I went there. I went to assert a principle, a principle relevent to the circumstances of the World's Convention, to be sure, but one at the same time, which, acknowledged, must forward all good causes, and disregarded, must retard them. I went there, asking no favor as a woman, asking no special recognition of the woman cause. I went there in behalf of the cause of humanity. I went there, asking the endorsement of no ism, and as the exponent of no measure, but as a simple item of the world, in the name of the world, claiming, that all the sons and daughters of the race, should be received in that convention, if they went there with the proper credentials. I simply planted my feet upon the rights of a delegate. I asked for nothing more, and dare take nothing less. The principle which we were there to assert, was that which is the soul of the Golden Rule, the soul of that which says, "All things, whatsoever ye would that men should 'do unto you, do ye even so unto them." I went there to see if they would be true to their own call, and recognize delegates without distinction of color, sex, creed, party, or condition; to see if they would recognize each member of the human family, as belonging to the human family; to see if they would grant the simple rights of a delegate, to all delegates. And do you ask, did this not retard the cause of Temperance? No! it carried it forward, as it carries every good cause forward. It awakened thought, and mankind need only to be aroused to thought, to forever destroy all wrong customs, and among them, the rum traffic. They need only to think to the purpose, and when this shall be done, all good causes are bound to go forward together. Christianity is the heart and soul of them all, and those reforms which seek to elevate mankind and better their condition, cling around our Chris tianity, and are a part of it. They are like the cluster of grapes, all clinging about the central stem. A wrong was done in that convention to a delegate, and many people saw and felt that wrong, and they began to enquire for the cause of it; and so the causes of things were searched more nearly than before, and this was a good which promoted Temperance. It is absurd to believe, that any man or woman, is any the less a temperance man or woman, or a "Maine Law" man or woman, now, than before. If ever they loved that cause, they love it now as before. Water is the very symbol of democracy! a single jet of it in a tube, will balance the whole ocean We went there, only to claim, in the name of Democracy and Christianity, that all be treated alike and impartially. The human soul is a holy thing, it is the temple of living joy or sorrow. It is freighted with vital realities. It can outlengthen Heaven itself,-and it should be reverenced everywhere, and treated always as a holy thing. We only went there in the name of the world, in the name of humanity, to promote a good cause; and it is what I pledge myself now anew, to do, at all times and under all circumstances, when the opportunity shall present itself to me. was a good act, a Christian duty, to go there, under those circum stances. It But let me now leave this matter, and say something which may have a direct bearing upon the circumstances of our convention, and show why it is proper to bring up these facts here.. Let us suppose ourselves gathered in Metropolitan Hall. It is a large hall, with two galleries around its sides. I could see men up there in checked blauses, who looked as though they might disturb a convention, but they looked down upon the rowdyism of the platform, a thing unprecedented before, with simple expressions of wonder, while they were quiet. Well, here we are, upon the platform. The President is speaking. PRESIDENT. "Miss Brown has the floor." A DELEGATE. "Mr. President, I rise to a point of order." It is stated, but at the same time, in the general whirl and confusion, all around, another voice from the floor exclaims: "I rise to a point of order!" THE PRESIDENT.-"State it !" But while all these things are going on, a voice arises.: "She shan't speak!" another, "She shan't be heard!" another, "You raise a point of order when he is done, and I will raise another." In the confusion, I hear something, almost like swearing, but not swearing, for most of those men are "holy men," who do not think of swearing. The confusion continues. Most of this time I am standing, but presently a chair is presented me, and now a new class of comforters gathers round me, speaking smooth consoling words in my ear, while upon the other side, are angry disputants, clinching their fists and growing red in the face. Are the former good Samaritans, pouring "I know you into my wounded heart the oil and the wine? Listen. are acting conscientiously; but now you have made your protest, do for your own sake, withdraw from this disgraceful scene." "I cannot withdraw," I say.; "it is not now the time to withdraw ; here is a principle at stake.” "Well, in what way can you better the cause? Do you feel you are doing any good?" Another voice chimes in with, "Do you love the Temperance cause? Can you continue here and see all this confusion prevailing around you? Why not withdraw, and then the convention will be quiet ;"—and all this in most mournful, dolorous tones. I think if the man cries, I shall certainly cry too. But then a new interval of quiet occurs, and so I rise to get the floor. I fancy myself in a melting mood enough to beg them with prayers and tears to be just and righteous; but no, "this kind goeth not out by prayer and fasting," and so I stand up again. Directly Rev. John Chambers, points his finger at me and calls aloud, "Shame on the woman! Shame on the woman!" Then I feel cool and calm enough again, and sit down until his anger has way. Again the "friends" gather around me, and there come more appeals to me, while the public ear is filled with "points of order ;" and the two fall together, in a somewhat odd, but very pointed contrast, somewhere in the centre of my brain. "Do you think," says one, "that Christ would have done so ?" spoken with a somewhat negative emphasis. "I think he would," spoken with a positive emphasis. "Do you love peace so well, as Christ loved it, and can you do thus ?" What answer I made, I know not, but there come rushing over my soul, the words of Christ, "I came not to send peace, but a sword." It seems almost to be spoken with an audible voice, and it sways the spirit more than all things else. I remember that Christ's doctrine was, first pure, then peaceable ;" that he too, was persecuted. So are my doctrines good; they ask only for the simple rights of a delegate, only that which must be recognized as just, by the impartial Father of the human race, and by his holy Son. Then come these mock pleading tones again upon my ear, and instinctively I think of the Judas kiss, and I arise, turning away from them all, and feeling a power which may, perhaps, never come to me again. There were angry men confronting me, and I caught the flashing of defiant eyes; but above me, and within me, and all around me, there was a spirit stronger than they all. At that moment, not the combined powers of earth and hell, could have tempted me to do otherwise than to stand firm. Moral and physical cowardice were subdued, thanks to that Washington delegate, for the sublime strength, roused by his question, "Would Christ have done so ?" That stormy scene is passed; that memorable time, when chivalrous men forgot the deference, which, according to their creed, is due to woman, and forgot it, as they publicly said, because a woman claimed a right upon the platform; and so they neither recognized her equality of rights, nor her conceded courtesy as a lady. This was neither just nor gallant, but to me it was vastly preferable, to those appeals made to me as a lady-appeals which never would have been made to a man, under the same circumstances; and which only served to show me the estimation in which they held womanhood. It reminded me of a remark which was made, concerning the Brick Chapel meeting "If you had spoken words of flattery, they would have done what you wanted." Let the past, be the past. "Let the dead bury their dead," contain truths we well may heed. Is God the impartial Father of humanity? Is He no respecter of persons? Is it true that there is known neither male nor female, in Christ Jesus? In my heart of hearts, I believe it is all true. I believe it is the foundation of the Golden Rule. And now let me tell you in conclusion, if it be true, this truth shall steal into your souls like the accents of childhood; it shall come like a bright vision of hope, to the desponding; it shall flash upon the incredulous, it shall twine like a chain of golden arguments about the reason of the skeptic. That which is right, is right eternally, both for man and for woman. Where God has given ability, to act in any direction, he has given the right to act. Then remember, that idea is written in the book of fate. Pens dipped in gall, may essay to efface the record; dark waters of selfish malice may flow over it; fires kindled in Hades may pour their flames upon it, but yet, it shall assert itself as the unfailing law of the harmonious universe of God. WM. LLOYD GARRISON. - Having listened to the narration of the action of the World's Convention, in New York, I rise to offer some resolutions, by which the sense of this convention may be obtained. I happened to be an eye-witness of these proceedings, and I bear witness to the accuracy of the account, given us this evening, by Miss Brown. I have seen many tumultuous meetings in my day, but I think on no occasion have I ever seen anything more disgraceful to our common humanity, than when Miss Brown attempted to speak upon the platform of the World's Temperance Convention, in aid of the glorious cause which had brought that convention together. It was an outbreak of passion, contempt, indignation, and every vile emotion of the soul, throwing into the shade almost everything coming from the vilest of the vile, that I have ever witnessed on any occasion, or under any circumstances; venerable men, claiming to be holy men, the embassadors of Jesus Christ, losing all self respect, and transforming themselves into the most unmannerly and violent spirits, merely on account of the sex of the individual, who wished to address the assembly. Miss Brown was asked, while standing on the platform, “Do you love the Temperance cause ?" What could have been more insulting than such a question as that, at that moment? What but the Temperance cause, had brought her to the convention. Why had |