I was accounted a weak-kneed sister by those who worked primarily for woman suffrage, although I was as much convinced as they were that I was entitled to a vote, and hoped that I might be able to exercise it before I was too feeble to hobble to the poll.  I have unfortunately lost the letter Mr. Mill wrote to me about my letters to The Register, and my “Plea for Pure Democracy,” but it gave him great pleasure to see that a new idea both of the theory and practice of politics had been taken up and expanded by a woman, and one from that Australian colony, of which he had watched and aided the beginnings, as is seen by the name of Mill terrace, North Adelaide, to-day.  Indeed, both Hare and Mill told me their first converts were women; and I felt that the absolute disinterestedness of my “Plea,” which was not for myself, but only that the men who were supposed to represent me at the polling booth should be equitably represented themselves, lent weight to my arguments.  I have no axe to grind—­no political party to serve; so that it was not until the movement for the enfranchisement of women grew too strong to be neglected that I took hold of it at all; and I do not claim any credit for its success in South Australia and the Commonwealth, further than this—­that by my writings and my spoken addresses I showed that one woman had a steady grasp on politics and on sociology.  In 1865, when I was in England, Mr. Mill. was permanently resident at Avignon, where his wife died, but he had to come to England to canvass for a seat in Parliament for Westminster as an Independent member, believed at that time to be an advanced Radical, but known to be a philosopher, and an economist of the highest rank in English literature.  I had only one opportunity of seeing him personally, and I did not get so much out of him as I expected—­he was so eager to know how the colony and colonial people were developing.  He asked me about property in land and taxation, and the relations between employers and employes, and I was a little amused and a little alarmed when he said he was glad to get information from such a good authority.  I had to disclaim such knowledge; but he said he knew I was observant and thoughtful, and what I had seen I had seen well.  He was particularly earnest about woman’s suffrage, and Miss Taylor, his stepdaughter, said she thought he had made a mistake in asking for the vote for single women only and widows with property and wives who had a separate estate; it would have been more logical to have asked for the vote on the same terms as were extended to men.  The great man said meekly—­“Well, perhaps I have made a mistake, but I thought with a property qualification the beginning would awake less antagonism.”  He said to me that if I was not to return to London till January we were not likely to meet again.  He walked with me bareheaded to the gate, and it was farewell for both.