S. J.-B. quotes the above and a number of similar letters in the diary, and adds the comment: “All which ends in ... smoke!” There were always flashes of humour to temper the various disappointments. “Those wise men of Gotham at the Eye and Ear think it ‘the kindest and most gentlemanly thing’ to shut us out after all!” “Dr. A. ‘not afraid of responsibility, of course’—only—he’d rather not admit us till other people do”! Here is the official letter from the wise men of Gotham: “Massachusetts Charitable Eye and Ear Infirmary. June 18th, 1867. DEAR MADAM, The surgeons of this Infirmary are, at the same time, members of the Massachusetts Medical Society, and are bound to respect the opinion of its Councillors. And in view of the recent action of that Board, we are of opinion that we cannot continue to allow female students to attend our cliniques. Ungracious as is the task, we therefore feel compelled to ask you to suspend your visits. We have no hesitation in adding that our intercourse with yourself and companions has been throughout most pleasant to us personally. Very truly yours, HASKET DERBY, for the Surgeons. Miss Sophia Jex-Blake.” A certain amount of clinical teaching in the Massachusetts General Hospital the women did obtain, and for this they were duly grateful, though it only made them feel more keenly the deficiencies of their lecture-room and laboratory training. And, even in hospital, they walked with a constant sense of insecurity, as one member of the staff was keenly opposed to the presence of women, and was on the look-out for causes of offence. Little by little S. J.-B. began to feel the wear and tear. “July 5th. Rest yesterday, but altogether weighed down yesterday and today with the fear and horror of this irritability which seems so fatally unconquerable,” she writes in her diary. And one knows how terrible an enemy that irritability was. Fortunately, a few weeks later, she and Dr. Sewall got away together for a holiday; and this, apparently, was the first of the long series of driving-tours which were to prove the great joy and recreation of an arduous life. “Tuesday. July 30th. Atlantic House, ‘Town of Wells,’ Maine. DARLING MOTHER, As I have a spare hour, I may as well use it to chat a little to you about the oddities of our journey.