Though the instrument’s feebler grown, ’Twill sound loud and full until death, Like the harp with its strings Æolian-blown, Rising and falling, Whispering and calling, With the strength of God’s own breath. Among other speeches was one by her brother Edward, on the subject of the favorable influence of the works of his sister on woman suffrage. Then it was announced that Mrs. Stowe would say a few words. She arose and with one movement the whole audience arose, too, in reverence to the “little wisp of a woman” who stood there, slightly bowed and with the snowy touch upon the waves of her hair. The audience listened with eager interest, and this is what she said: “I wish to say that I thank all my friends from my heart--that is all. And one thing more--and that is, if any of you have doubt or sorrow or pain, if you doubt about this world, just remember what God has done; just remember that the great sorrow of slavery has gone, gone forever.” Then she told how happy the negroes were that she was seeing all the time about her in her home in Mandarin in Florida. They were working, building for themselves little houses; and they were happy--they knew how to be happy even better than white folks, she said. To be sure, they had faults--we must have patience with them. But they were doing as well as possible, and were justifying the confidence placed in them. Then she added those significant words: “Let us never doubt; everything that ought to happen is going to happen.” And as the audience dispersed they carried the echo of these brave words with them, as the summing up of the whole life’s thought of the good and great woman they had come there to honor.