Later we spent a few days at their artistic home, filled with books, pictures, and mementos from loving friends.

A billiard room, with well-worn cues, balls, and table--quite a novel adjunct to a parsonage--may, in a measure, account for his vigorous sermons.

A garden reception to Mr.and Mrs.Howells gave us an opportunity to see the American novelist surrounded by his English friends.
Soon after this Mr.Conway asked me to fill his pulpit.

I retired Saturday night, very nervous over my sermon for the next day, and the feeling steadily increased until I reached the platform; but once there my fears were all dissipated, and I never enjoyed speaking more than on that occasion, for I had been so long oppressed with the degradation of woman under canon law and church discipline, that I had a sense of relief in pouring out my indignation.

My theme was, "What has Christianity done for Woman ?" and by the facts of history I showed clearly that to no form of religion was woman indebted for one impulse of freedom, as all alike have taught her inferiority and subjection.