James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen

[203] stake, and will I have the goodness to send on shavings and dry wood by the next mail?

Thank you, ma'am, I will.

Life and sufferings of Gail Hamilton. Written by itself. And with former translations diligently compared and revised.

To the best of my knowledge and belief, I was born in the “New York independent,” some time during the latter half of the present century, and before the “Independent” had been annexed to the domains of Theodore, King of Abyssinia, against whom the great powers have just advanced an expedition. Simultaneously, or thereabouts, I was also born in the “National era.” So I must be twins. On that ground it has never been satisfactorily settled, whether I am myself or Mrs. Simpson, of Washington. If I am Mrs. Simpson, I am the wife of an officer, who, to his infinite regret, was not killed in the late unpleasantness, and am a lineal descendant of that Simple Simon, who once went a-fishing for to catch a whale, though all the water that he had was in his mother's pail. If I am not Launcelot, nor another, but only my own self, I am like Melchisedec, without father, without mother, without descent, and my enemies fear, also, I have no end of life. On one point commentators are agreed,--that I am not an “Eminent woman” of my time, and therefore have no part nor lot in your book. In fact I am

Neither man nor woman,
I am neither brute nor human,
I'm a ghoul!

And all that I ask is to be let alone. From the “Independent” I graduated into the “ Congregationalist,” of blessed memory; and from the “Era” I paddled over into the “Atlantic.” I flourish in immortal vigor on the cover of “Our I ”