ey go singing on to the sea through the ancient forests.
While this is so, yet nearly one-half of the Christian world seeks Heaven through the mediation of a Jewish woman, and her image appears in every Catholic church and home, the noble christian substitute for the pagan gods and goddesses.
The mother of the Saviour has taken the place of fabled mythology.
But in this broad Protestant land the only monuments erected to woman, except Mary Washington, lately finished, are the obelisk or Cleopatra's needle, in Central Park, New York city, and the great statue of Liberty Enlightening the World, at the mouth of New York harbor—one given us by the French, and the other sent us by the Egyptians; the one perpetuating the memory of a bad woman, Caesar's and Mark Anthony's mistress, and the other representing a pagan goddess, in whose name all the agonies, bloodshed and horror of the French Revolution were perpetuated.
But while the vices of an Egyptian woman speaks in one, and the social