'If your forefathers and foremothers who suffered for the freedom you young men enjoy--if they could come out of their graves to-day and see how their descendants use the great privileges they won--I believe they would go back into their graves and pull the shrouds over their eyes to hide them from your shame!' 'Hear! Hear!' 'Right you are.' But she was done. She turned away, and found friendly hands stretched out to draw her to a seat. The next speaker was an alert little woman with a provincial accent and the briskness of a cock-sparrow, whose prettiness, combined with pertness, rather demoralized the mob. 'Men and women,' she began, pitching her rather thin voice several notes too high. 'Men and women!' some one piped in mimicry; and the crowd dissolved in laughter. It was curious to note again how that occasional exaggerated shrillness of the feminine voice when raised in the open air--how it amused the mob. They imitated the falsetto with squeals of delight. Each time she began afresh she was met by the shrill echo of her own voice. The contest went on for several minutes. The spectacle of the agitated little figure, bobbing and gesticulating and nothing heard but shrill squeaks, raised a very pandemonium of merriment. It didn't mend matters for her to say when she did get a hearing-- 'I've come all the way from----' (place indistinguishable in the confusion) 'to talk to you this afternoon----' ''ow kind!' 'Do you reely think they could spare you?' 'And I'm going to convert every man within reach of my voice.' Groans, and 'Hear! Hear!' 'Let's see you try!' She talked on quite inaudibly for the most part. A phrase here and there came out, and the rest lost. So much hilarity in the crowd attracted to it a bibulous gentleman, who kept calling out, 'Oh, the pretty dear!' to the rapture of the bystanders. He became so elevated that the police were obliged to remove him. When the excitement attending this passage had calmed down, the reformer was perceived to be still piping away. ''ow long are you goin' on like this?' 'Ain't you _never_ goin' to stop?' 'Oh, not for a long time,' she shrilled cheerfully. 'I've got the accumulations of _centuries_ on me, and I'm only just beginning to unload! Although we haven't got the vote--_not yet_--never mind, we've got our tongues!' 'Lord, don't we know it!' said a sad-faced gentleman, in a rusty topper. 'This one's too intolerable,' said a man to his companion. 'Yes; she ought to be smacked.' They melted out of the crowd. 'We've got our tongues, and I've been going round among all the women I know getting them to promise to _use_ their tongues----' 'You stand up there and tell us they needed _urgin'_?' 'To use their tongues to such purpose that it won't be women, but _men_, who get up the next monster petition to Parliament asking for Woman's Suffrage.' She went down under a flood of jeers, and rose to the surface again to say--