And she wuzn’t goin’ to stop her good, tender, motherly doin’s here—­not at all.  No; the children, the future hope of our country, the Lord’s work laid onto mothers, is on the right side.

Here are shown the very latest and best helps in takin’ care and trainin’ up these little immortals, teachin’ them to be good first, and then wise, and healthy all the time—­the most important work in the hull world, in my estimation; for the children we spank to-day will hold the destinies of the human race in their hands to-morrow.

Yes, on the right hand the children; on the left hand is a model horsepital, not merely a exhibit, but a real horsepital, at full work in its blessed and sanctified labor, a-takin’ care of the sick and smoothin’ the brows racked with agony, alleviatin’ the distresses of the frame racked with pain.

What another good work!  Can a man show anything at their hull Columbus World’s Fair—­anything that will equal these two blessed labors?

No; he can show lots of knowledge and wisdom, and he can show guns, and cannons, and pistols, boey-knives, to cut and slash; but it is woman’s work (blessed angel that she is, a good deal of the time), it is them that shows this broad, efficient system of relieving the hurts and distresses of the world.  Besides the most skilled of our own country, foreign nations send their best-trained nurses from their trainin’ schools, showin’ the latest and most perfect methods of relievin’ pain and agony.

And not contented with showin’ off here what they could do, and how they do it—­not content with makin’ this one big room a perfect nest for female good Samaritans—­a carin’ for the sick and dyin’—­

They have soared out of this room—­60 by 80 feet couldn’t confine ’em—­they have located all over the grounds horsepitals to care for them who are took sick here at Columbuses doin’s, and, good creeters, I suppose they will have their hands full, specially in dog days.

Yes, woman begun her work jest as she ort to, right on the ground floor—­on the right, the children; on the left, the sick and helpless.

Right opposite the main front is the library, furnished by the wimmen of New York.  It is one of the largest and finest rooms in the house, and every book in it writ by a woman.

And right here I see my own books; there they wuz a-standin’ up jest as noble and pert as if they wuz to home in the what-not behind the parlor door, not a-feelin’ the least mite put out before princes, or zars.  A-standin’ jest as straight in front of a king as a cow-boy, not a-humpin’ themselves up in the latter instance, or a-meachin’ in the more former one.

I felt proud on ’em to see their onbroken dignity and simplicity of mean.  And, thinkses I, the demeanor of them books is a lesson to Republics—­how to act before Royalties; not a-backin’ up and a-actin’, not put out a mite, not forward, and not too backward—­jest about megum.