on Piccadilly.  As his photograph, with his fame, had reached America, his fine face and head, as well as his political opinions, were quite familiar to us.  He received us with great cordiality, and manifested a clear knowledge and deep interest in regard to all American affairs.  Free trade and woman suffrage formed the basis of our conversation; the literature of our respective countries and our great men and women were the lighter topics of the occasion.  He was not sound in regard to the political rights of women, but it is not given to any one man to be equally clear on all questions.  He voted for John Stuart Mill’s amendment to the Household Suffrage Bill in 1867, but he said, “that was a personal favor to a friend, without any strong convictions as to the merits of what I considered a purely sentimental measure.”

We attended the meeting called to rejoice over the passage of the Married Women’s Property Bill, which gave to the women of England, in 1882, what we had enjoyed in many States in this country since 1848.  Mrs. Jacob Bright, Mrs. Scatcherd, Mrs. Elmy, and several members of Parliament made short speeches of congratulation to those who had been instrumental in carrying the measure.  It was generally conceded that to the tact and persistence of Mrs. Jacob Bright, more than to any other person, belonged the credit of that achievement.  Jacob Bright was at the time a member of Parliament, and fully in sympathy with the bill; and, while Mrs. Bright exerted all her social influence to make it popular with the members, her husband, thoroughly versed in Parliamentary tactics, availed himself of every technicality to push the bill through the House of Commons.  Mrs. Bright’s chief object in securing this bill, aside from establishing the right that every human being has to his own property, was to place married women on an even plane with widows and spinsters, thereby making them qualified voters.

The next day we went out to Barn Elms to visit Mr. and Mrs. Charles McLaren.  He was a member of Parliament, a Quaker by birth and education, and had sustained, to his uttermost ability, the suffrage movement.  His charming wife, the daughter of Mrs. Pochin, is worthy of the noble mother who was among the earliest leaders on that question—­speaking and writing with ability, on all phases of the subject.  Barn Elms is a grand old estate, a few miles out of London.  It was the dairy farm of Queen Elizabeth, and was presented by her to Sir Francis Walsingham.  Since then it has been inhabited by many persons of note.  It has existed as an estate since the time of the early Saxon kings, and the record of the sale of Barn Elms in the time of King Athelstane is still extant.  What with its well-kept lawns, fine old trees, glimpses here and there of the Thames winding round its borders, and its wealth of old associations, it is, indeed, a charming spot.  Our memory of those days will not go back to Saxon kings, but remain with the liberal