Letters of Lydia Maria Child, with a biographical introduction by John G. Whittier and an appendix by Wendell Phillips.

212 LETTERS.
the anniversary marked by so many kindly memorials. For my part I am delighted to find a few flowers on the mile-stones as I pass along. No matter how
simple they are; a buttercup is as good as a japonica;
somebody placed it there who remembered I was going by, and that is sufficient.
What a blessing it was for that dear good man,
S. J. May, to pass away in the full possession of his
faculties, and surrounded by such an atmosphere of
love and blessing. Friend Whittier, writing to me
the other day, says: " How many sweet and precious
memories I have of my intercourse with him! Where
is he now? What is he doing and thinking? Ah
me! we beat in vain against the doors of that secret
of God! But I am so certain of God's infinite goodness and love, that I think I can trust myself, and all
I hold dear, to his love and care."
TO THE SAME.
1872.
Speaking of women, is it not wonderful how all
the world seems to be moving on that question?
Did you notice that the Pasha of Egypt has established a school for girls at Cairo? What is more, he
compels the officials of his government to send their
daughters for two years, to be instructed on European subjects after the European manner. After
that, he stipulates that the girls shall be left free to
choose whether they will veil themselves again and
return to their former Egyptian modes of life, or not.
Among the Mohammedans is a sect called The Bab,
meaning The Gate, or Door. It appears to be a door
that opens easily, for it is very courteous about letting in other religions, and urges that women should