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James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen

You are about to burn me at the stake, and will I have the goodness to send on shavings and dry wood by the next mail? Thank you, ma'am, I will. Life and sufferings of Gail Hamilton. Written by itself. And with former translations diligently compared and revised. To the best of my knowledge and belief, I was born in the New York independent, some time during the latter half of the present century, and before the Independent had been annexed to the domains of Theodore, King of Abyssinia, against whom the great powers have just advanced an expedition. Simultaneously, or thereabouts, I was also born in the National era. So I must be twins. On that ground it has never been satisfactorily settled, whether I am myself or Mrs. Simpson, of Washington. If I am Mrs. Simpson, I am the wife of an officer, who, to his infinite regret, was not killed in the late unpleasantness, and am a lineal descendant of that Simple Simon, who once went a-fishing for to catch a whale, though al

the head of this article, and attempt to sketch her: A lady, at whose mention stalwart men have been known to tremble, and hide in corners; who keeps a private graveyard for the burial of those whom she has mercilessly slain; who respects neither the spectacles of the judge, nor the surplice of the priest; who holds the mirror up to men's failings till they hate their wives merely because they belong to her sex; this lady who blushes not to own that she is a Ghoul, --who lately impaled the Rev. Dr. Todd on the point of her lance, and left him writhing without so much as pouring a drop of oil on to his wounds, or bathing his very soft head; this lady who keeps defiantly doing it, although she has been told that notwithstanding she has amassed several pennies, the fruits of these wicked promulgations, and deposited the same in banks for a rainy day, the sex whom she defies may, contrary to their usual custom in such cases, refuse oven to nibble at that bait, and doom her to die, without

happy fellow-sufferer, is my thrilling story. If any one shall add unto these things, let him tremble lest I imprecate upon him all the plagues of the Apocalypse; and if any person shall dare saddle any other man or woman with the sins which I alone have perpetrated, I say prophetically to such saddler, Lord Angus, thou hast Thanking you for your friendly words, and rejoicing, like King David in his great strait, that I am not to fall into the hands of man, I am very respectfully, Gail Hampton. Respectfully, that is, if you respect my rights; but I shall have a lifelong quarrel even with you, if you spread before the public anything which I myself have not given to the public. I have really very strong opinions on that point; and, notwithstanding its commonness, I consider no crime more radically heinous than the violation of privacy. You must have suffered from it too severely yourself to be surprised at any abhorrence of it on my part. I most heartily wish you could

ssinia, against whom the great powers have just advanced an expedition. Simultaneously, or thereabouts, I was also born in the National era. So I must be twins. On that ground it has never been satisfactorily settled, whether I am myself or Mrs. Simpson, of Washington. If I am Mrs. Simpson, I am the wife of an officer, who, to his infinite regret, was not killed in the late unpleasantness, and am a lineal descendant of that Simple Simon, who once went a-fishing for to catch a whale, though aMrs. Simpson, I am the wife of an officer, who, to his infinite regret, was not killed in the late unpleasantness, and am a lineal descendant of that Simple Simon, who once went a-fishing for to catch a whale, though all the water that he had was in his mother's pail. If I am not Launcelot, nor another, but only my own self, I am like Melchisedec, without father, without mother, without descent, and my enemies fear, also, I have no end of life. On one point commentators are agreed,--that I am not an Eminent woman of my time, and therefore have no part nor lot in your book. In fact I am Neither man nor woman, I am neither brute nor human, I'm a ghoul! And all that I ask is to be let alone. From the

Gail Hamilton-Miss Dodge. Fanny Fern. Will I write a sketch of Gail Hamilton? Will I touch off a Parrott gun? I thought, and will it kick if I do? However, I ventured to send the following missive:-- My dear Miss Dodge, otherwise Gail Hamilton: A book is in prospect. Many of our well-known literary people are to write for it. Its title is to be Eminent women of the time. You and I are to be in it. I am to do you. Who is to serve me up, the gods only know. Will you be good enough Miss Dodge, otherwise Gail Hamilton: A book is in prospect. Many of our well-known literary people are to write for it. Its title is to be Eminent women of the time. You and I are to be in it. I am to do you. Who is to serve me up, the gods only know. Will you be good enough to inform me at your earliest convenience, when and where you cut your first tooth, whether you had the measles before the mumps, or the mumps before the measles; also, any other interesting items about yourself. Writing about you will be a labor of love with me; for although a stranger to you, save through your writings, I rejoice every day in your existence. Please send an early answer. Yours, etc., Fanny Fern. In a few days I received the following reply:-- My dear Mrs. Fern:

Gail Hamilton-Miss Dodge. Fanny Fern. Will I write a sketch of Gail Hamilton? Will I touch off a Parrott gun? I thought, and will it kick if I do? However, I ventured to send the following missive:-- My dear Miss Dodge, otherwise Gail Hamilton: A book is in prospect. Many of our well-known literary people are to writove with me; for although a stranger to you, save through your writings, I rejoice every day in your existence. Please send an early answer. Yours, etc., Fanny Fern. In a few days I received the following reply:-- My dear Mrs. Fern: The coolness of you New Yorkers is astonishing. You are about to burn me at the stMrs. Fern: The coolness of you New Yorkers is astonishing. You are about to burn me at the stake, and will I have the goodness to send on shavings and dry wood by the next mail? Thank you, ma'am, I will. Life and sufferings of Gail Hamilton. Written by itself. And with former translations diligently compared and revised. To the best of my knowledge and belief, I was born in the New York independent, some time du

t had been annexed to the domains of Theodore, King of Abyssinia, against whom the great powers have just advanced an expedition. Simultaneously, or thereabouts, I was also born in the National era. So I must be twins. On that ground it has never been satisfactorily settled, whether I am myself or Mrs. Simpson, of Washington. If I am Mrs. Simpson, I am the wife of an officer, who, to his infinite regret, was not killed in the late unpleasantness, and am a lineal descendant of that Simple Simon, who once went a-fishing for to catch a whale, though all the water that he had was in his mother's pail. If I am not Launcelot, nor another, but only my own self, I am like Melchisedec, without father, without mother, without descent, and my enemies fear, also, I have no end of life. On one point commentators are agreed,--that I am not an Eminent woman of my time, and therefore have no part nor lot in your book. In fact I am Neither man nor woman, I am neither brute nor human, I'm a