The courtroom where justice is administered was large, clean, airy--the bench carpeted and adorned with a large, green, stuffed chair, in which I sat down, and, in imagination, summoned up advocates, jurors, prisoners, and people, and wondered how I should feel pronouncing sentence of death on a fellow-being, or, like Portia, wisely checkmating the Shylocks of our times.

Here I met Judge Hugh Cameron, formerly of Johnstown.

He invited us into his sanctum, where we had a pleasant chat about our native hills, Scotch affiliations, the bench and bar of New York, and the Wisconsin laws for women.

The Judge, having maintained a happy bachelor state, looked placidly on the aggressive movements of the sex, as his domestic felicity would be no way affected, whether woman was voted up or down.
We next surveyed the Pomeroy building, which contained a large, tastefully finished hall and printing establishment, where the La Crosse _Democrat_ was formerly published.

As I saw the perfection, order, and good taste, in all arrangements throughout, and listened to Mr.Huron's description of the life and leading characteristics of its chief, it seemed impossible to reconcile the tone of the _Democrat_ with the moral status of its editor.