I write these final words with all deference to the noble women whose lives have been given to good work, and many of whom long ago settled these questions practically for themselves. But for many of us there has been simply passive acceptance of all present conditions, without a question as to how or why they have come. It is because I believe that with us is the power to remedy every one if we will, that I appeal to women to-day. I write not as anarchist; not as declaimer against the rights of property, but as believer in the full right to ownership of all legitimately acquired property. I believe it the order of life, of any life that would hold good work of whatever nature, that enough should be acquired to make sharp want or eating care and perplexity impossible. But it is certain that even for the most unselfish of us there is an exaggerated estimate of the value of money,--an involuntary and inevitable truckling to the one who has most,--and that, no matter what our teaching may be, the force of every act and tendency makes against it. And there can be no retracing of steps that have for generations turned in the wrong direction. The very breath we draw on this American soil is poisoned by the foulness about us, and about us by our own act and choice. We have degraded labor till there is no lower depth, and not one but many generations must pass before these masses over whose condition we puzzle can find their feet in the path that means any real progress. Ask first, then, not what shall we do for these women, but what shall we do for ourselves? How shall we learn to know what are the real things? How shall we come to love them and cleave to them, and hold no life worth living that admits sham or compromise, or believes the mad luxury of this generation anything but blighting curse and surest destruction? Till we know this we have learned nothing, and are forever not helpers, but hinderers, in the great march that our blunders and stupidities only check for the time. For the word is forever onward, and even the blindest soul must one day see that if he will not walk by free choice in the path of God, he will be driven into it with whips of scorpions, made thus to know what part was given him to fill, and what judgment waits him who has chosen blindness. University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge. MRS. CAMPBELL'S BOOKS. THE WHAT-TO-DO CLUB. A Story for Girls. 16mo. $1.50. MRS. HERNDON'S INCOME. A Novel. 16mo. $1.50. MISS MELINDA'S OPPORTUNITY. A Story for Girls. 16mo. $1.00. (Paper, 50 cents.) PRISONERS OF POVERTY. Women Wage-workers, their Trades and their Lives. 12mo. $1.00. (Paper, 50 cents.) PRISONERS OF POVERTY ABROAD. 16mo. $1.00. (Paper, 50 cents.) ROGER BERKELEY'S PROBATION. A Story. 12mo. $1.00. (Paper, 50 cents.) WOMEN WAGE-EARNERS. Their Past, their Present, and their Future. 16mo. $1.00.