If the Car of Progress travels in a circle--and history says it does; if neither science, philosophy nor religion can deflect it from its seemingly predestined path--and the condition of their birth-place proclaims their failure so to do--where is hope? Must the human race forever go the weary round of birth and death, like Buddhist souls wandering through all that's fair and foul, until it finds Nirvana in the destruction of the world? Not so, for there is a hope--a blessed hope--that like. "A poising eagle burns above the unrisen morrow." That hope is in the union of all the mighty forces that make for the emancipation of mankind,--a union of religion and philosophy, science and woman. And of these the first is the last and the last is the first in point of power and importance. . . . When I reflect that until within comparatively recent times women were slaves, I don't much wonder that the old civilizations went to the dogs--that the millennium is not yet due. Trying to make a civilization that would stick without the help of woman were like building a cocktail with a basis of buttermilk. God gave her to man to be an helpmeet, not a plaything. I don't think that she can help him much by going into politics, or becoming a crusading she-Peter-the-Hermit while her own children need her care, but I do believe that the wife and mother--that erstwhile ignorant drudge, raised by God's great mercy to royalty-- made Queen of the home, and thereby absolute Empress of the great round earth--is to be the dynamics of a new and grander civilization that can never recede; that the womanly woman, self-poised as a star, pure as the polar snows, fit companion for the true nobleman of nature, is to be the Providence that will lead humanity, step by step, ever onward and upward, until our cruel age of iron is transformed into an age of gold in which there'll be neither millionaire nor mendicant, master nor slave--in which Selfishness will be considered the worst of crimes and Love the all-powerful law.