In the following spring, the old University town of Upsala, where her friend Bergfalk occupies a chair, granted the _right of suffrage_ to fifty women owning real estate, and to thirty-one doing business on their own account. The representative whom their votes went to elect was to sit in the House of Burgesses. Miss Bremer was not ashamed to shed happy tears when this news reached her. If she had ever reproached Providence with the bitter sorrow of her early years, she was penitent and grateful now. Then was fulfilled the prophecy which she had uttered, as she left our shores, "The nation which was first among Scandinavians to liberate its slaves, shall also be the first to emancipate its women." This is not the place to unfold the delicate sheaths of meaning with which flower-like Robert Browning invests his thought; but the man who wrote the "Blot on the Scutcheon," and the exquisite sketch of "Pippa Passes," has done such justice to the sex, and so far helped the cause of right feeling and right thinking in respect to some of the most delicate problems that concern it, that we are compelled to speak of him gratefully. His marriage, too, is still fragrant; a full-fruited flower of promise to the world, which makes us see the best things possible, and believe that the time is coming when man and woman will not seldom stand before the altar as equal and individual, yet sacredly one. To Elizabeth Browning, to whom was given in her life that place of pre-eminence among women which Shakespere must always hold among men, we owe grateful thanks, for the scholarly achievement, the conscientious study, the womanly zeal, which distinguished all her work. When theology sometimes wrestled with poetry in her speech, we translated it into a freer tongue, and thanked her all the same. In "Aurora Leigh" she stabbed every conventional falsity to the heart, and held the ear tenaciously till she had delivered all her oracle. "I read a score of books on womanhood, To prove, if women do not think at all, They may teach thinking,--books demonstrating Their right of comprehending husband's talk, When not too deep, and even of answering." "I perceive The headache is too noble for my sex: You think the heartache would sound decenter." "Such praise As men give women, when they judge a book, Not as mere _work_, but as mere _woman's work_, Expressing the comparative respect, Which means the absolute scorn." The woman who wrote these words counsels us from her grave; and, taught by her, we do not hesitate to say,-- "Deal with us nobly, women though we be, And honor us with truth, if not with praise."