There are worse adversaries, in fact, than the honest beasts at Ephesus. A sore heart lay behind that jest of Professor Blackie’s if one may judge by the following letter: “24 Hill Street, Edinburgh. 20th January, 1871. MY DEAR MISS BLAKE, It is of no consequence to you, my poor sympathy with you all at present, and my utter horror of the conduct of your enemies; but I wish to tell you how saddened my husband was by all he saw and heard at the Infirmary meeting last week. He sat at tea-time shading his eyes, and saying quietly from time to time, ‘I am ashamed of my sex.’ I never saw him so hurt before. I am sure the unmanly and indecent conduct of these poor ill-led young men, and the untruthfulness of their leaders will ultimately do you good. If men lose our respect and confidence, let them look to themselves. Your admirable letters must do great good. Pardon this intrusion, and believe me always your true friend, E. H. S. BLACKIE.” No less welcome, we may be sure, was this: Huntly Lodge, Monday Evening. MY DEAR MISS JEX-BLAKE, I am feeling inexpressibly for you and your friends this evening, and cannot resist the inclination that has come over me to tell you how deeply grateful everyone who has the welfare of the next generation at heart must feel to you who are so nobly fighting the battle which must soon be gained—the _results_ of which will bear _precious fruit_, I fully believe, long, long after even your heads are laid in the grave. You and the struggle you are carrying on remind me so forcibly of the contest which the band of women in America so nobly waged with the demon of Slavery. Your struggle will end much sooner, I trust, than did theirs, but, whilst sympathising with you, I cannot help feeling that the discussion is doing so much to educate people’s minds, that it is better for the cause than if you had met with no opposition; and in the end it may be better for you also, for by the time you are ready to practise, persons will have become accustomed to the idea and ready for you. Meanwhile tell us if there is aught we outsiders can do for you, and believe me, with love to dear Miss Pechey, Your affectionate, E. P. NICHOL. I am sure you will like to know that I don’t feel a bit the worse for this day’s work. You will excuse haste and some little weariness.” Once more we are tempted to quote from a delightful budget: