There were artists and courtiers; soldiers and sailors; foolish men, beautiful women, and sensible women; though I do not know what they wanted there.
There were specimens of every kind in this menagerie of men and women.

Dear Mr.Weston, I have not quite done.

There was a lady writer, with a faded pink scarf, and some old artificial flowers in her hair.

There was _a she Abolitionist too_; yes, a genuine female Abolitionist.

She writes for the Abolition papers.