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tion of the nineteenth century, and on the other is woman. Te* thousand women in a city struggling to liye by the needle, whe* there is work, perhaps, for two thousand; and the remaining eight thousand must feed tfiat sore which drags down our morality to the level of the civilization of the worst ages. What is the remedy! You cannot preach it out,—.you cannot roform it out. Natural eco. nomic Jaws are the remedy. To-day. if you will go with me to the city of Brussels, I will show you a thousand girls making lace, and losing their eyes in four years of the labor; and I will show you the rest of those lives passed in the hospitals, in starvation, or in prostitution.
	(Some energetic hissing was here heard, and one young man in the gallery was so rowdyish in his manifestations of displeasure, that there was a general cry of “Put him out,”” Throw him over,” &c. &c.)
	Mr. PHILLIPS continued. No, let him stay; he is the very man I want. I do not want the man, who sympathizes with me; let him go elsewhere and spread his ideas. I want the nan who does not sympathize with me. That young man has a mother perhaps, probably sisters; I am speaking for them. Homeless, houseless, friendless, perhaps, they may be ; the victims of a civilization whose character they have had no voice in shaping. I am speaking for them! (Prolonged applause, and one clamorous tongue, at least, silenced for the rest of the evening.)
	Now, I say to you again, I will show you those Brussels lace-makers after four years of toil, turned into the hospitals, or starving in the streets. I will come here to the city of New York, and go into your fashionable churches, crowded with millionaires, and show you, on the bosom of women calling themselves Christian sisters, the very lace that filled the stieets of Brussels with prostitutes. Now, the civilization of the world is one great common sisterhood of responsibility, and I claim that the wealth which shares the luxury of those tender and delicate fingers shall provide for them by enlarging the sphere of woman, by taking her from those departments of labor where the ranks are crowded, and opening to her other sources of support ; by taking her from the ranks of needle-women, and putting her into stores, into libraries, into all places where her labor can be used—in a word, letting her go where she will, and bikling her God-speed.
	People talk everlasting1y from the press and the pulpit about “woman’s sphere.” You will hear the twopenny clergyman, who has not