solemn those to make it cheerful � and both were and the a cheery flashing into sight or vanishing as they darted to and fro among the golden of sunshine and others went a little way into the woods and threw themselves on mother earth their heads on a heap of moss the green of an old log and dropping asleep the humble bees ind sung and about their ears causing the to and start without awakening with and myself it grew to be a custom to spend the sabbath afternoon at a certain rock it was known to us under the name of s pulpit from a tradition that the venerable had preached there two centuries gone by to an indian the old pine forest through which the s voice was wont to sound had fallen an time ago but the soil being of the and most broken surface had apparently never been brought under other and and had succeeded to the trees so that it was still as wild a tract of as the great great of one of s indians had any such posterity been in existence could have desired for the site and shelter of his these indeed lose the stately solemnity of the original s the forest if left in due neglect however they run into an of softer among the rustling leaves of which the sun can scatter cheerfulness as it never could among the dark pines the rock itself rose some twenty or thirty feet a shattered granite or heap of with an outline and many out of which shrubs bushes and even trees as if the scanty soil within those were sweeter to their roots than any other earth at the base of the pulpit the inclined towards each other so as to form a shallow cave within which our little party had times found protection from a summer shower on the threshold or just across it grew a of pale in their season and sad and shadowy such as was when we first knew her children of the sun who had never seen their father but dwelt among damp though not akin to them at the summit the rock was by the of a tree which served as a sounding board for the pulpit beneath this shade with my eyes of sense half shut and those of the imagination widely opened i used to see the holy of the indians with the sunlight flickering down upon him through the leaves and his figure as with the half perceptible glow of a i the more describe the rock and this little sabbath solitude because at our often ascended s pulpit and not exactly preached but talked to us his few in a strain that rose and fell as naturally as the wind s breath the leaves of the tree no other s pulpit of man has ever moved me like some of those it seemed most pitiful � a positive calamity to the world � that a treasury of golden thoughts should thus be scattered by the liberal handful down among us three when a thousand hearers might have been the richer for them land worth the richer likewise by the sympathy of multitudes after speaking much or little as might happen he would descend his gray pulpit and generally fling himself at full length on the ground face downward meanwhile we talked around him on such topics as were suggested by tbe discourse since her interview with s continual of temper had been rather difficult for � friends to bear on the first sunday after that when had down from s pulpit she with great earnestness and passion nothing short of anger on the injustice which the world did to women and equally to itself by not allowing them in freedom and honor and with the fullest welcome their natural utterance in public it shall not always be so cried she if i live mother year i will lift up my own voice in behalf of s wider liberty she perhaps saw me smile what matter of ridicule do you find in this miles exclaimed with a flash of anger n her eyes that smile permit me to say makes me of a low tone of feeling and shallow thought t is my belief � yes and my prophecy should i die it happens � that when my sex shall achieve its there will be ten eloquent women where there is the now one eloquent man thus far no woman in the world has ever once spoken out her whole heart and her whole mind the and of the vast bulk of society us as with two gigantic hands at our throats we a few weak words and leave a thousand better ones you let us write a little it is true on a limited range of subjects but the pen is not for woman her power is too natural and immediate it is with the living voice alone that she can compel the world to recognize the light of her intellect and the depth of her heart now � though i could not well say so to � i had not smiled from any unworthy estimate of woman or in denial of the claims which she is beginning to put forth what amused and puzzled me was the fact that women however superior so seldom themselves about the rights or wrongs of their sex unless their own individual affections chance to lie in idleness or to be ill at ease they are not natural but become such by the pressure of exceptional misfortune i could measure s inward trouble by the with which she now took up the general quarrel of woman against man i will give you leave replied i to fling your utmost scorn upon me if you ever hear me utter a sentiment to the liberty which woman has yet dreamed of i would give her all 