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Show They Were Formerly Victoria Wood-hull Wood-hull andTennie Claflin. . THEIE EEMAESABLE CAEEEB. Now They Have Wealthy Husbauds, and One Wears a Title Their Present Mission to America. x - TT WAS the first person to ad- 44 I vo "lt0 llll llinJI prisons anil "1 B I-'tuteiiti:u'ios into fjreat n- I l'onmilorv workshops, and I 1 wits the lust to advocate tin I eight hour system for work- I iiigmeii, but these facts B have been lost sight of for many years." Mr. Miirtia is a tall, rather pood looking Englishman, the head of Martin's bank, of London. He is also a well known philanthropist. philan-thropist. Miss Z-a!a Maud Woodhull Is 11 very piclty j-ouu woiasa. who hru Imbibed ad alforlxd her mother's teachiniis, p U plainly shown in a most extraordinary pamphlet which she has published entitled "The Proposal" In 'this a young man is represented as having asked tha hand of a young womiiu. Instead of saying 't;ce papa" or "Dearest, I biu thine," this marknUe heroine proceeds to put that young man t hrcugh a catechism calculate J to make his hair turn (;ny and in which he is decidedly worsted. Her is a quot.v tion: "True love is the only power whir!) has no self-interest. It is the di-rinest di-rinest factor in Cur nature. I.ove should never be desecrated. It cannot lx bought, it can only he won. The human soul is always al-ways hungry for love: it thrives upon it and starves without it, Where love dwells the abode is heaven: where it is not there is all any human living will ever know of hell." Mrs. Martin has preserved ail the scathing scath-ing press attacks and caricatures of herself and sister. Indeed, one of t ho most not ice-nblo ice-nblo objects in her pleasant drawing room Is the cartoon published in a prominent 'ew York paper, fac simile of which is herewith given. This cartoon is hnud-somely hnud-somely framed, stand on un ebony easel and is draped with a white silk mull scarf. "I shall lecture on a unique subject,'' said Mrs. Martin, "and tho title will be: 'O Marriage! How Many Sins Aro Committed Com-mitted in Thy Name,' in which I shall Bpeak plainly upon many vital oucstious touching love and matrimony. The falsa modesty with regard to the discussion, of m MSi-f--!,.. VrtTORIA 6. WOODIU'LL. (Mrs. Johp niadulph Martin.) The speaker was Mrs. John hiddulph Martin, of London, formerly Mrs. Victoria Clatlin Woodhull, of Wall street fame. Wo were sitting in the drawing room of her house on West Seventeenth street, New York city, for Mr. Martin has purchased and furnished this house for his wife, as sho contemplates passing a good share of her time in America. She has returned to lec'sure, to establish' schools, but not to institute in-stitute a libel suit against Inspector Byrnes unless, as she expresses it, she is driven to defend herself. She is, however, on the war path for tho scalt of a Chicago editor who recently published a two column arti-clo arti-clo reflecting on her character. SIK FRANCIS COOK, love and its consequences is deplorable. Socioty has decided that jnterchnnge of thought on thus quwtion is indelicate. Then there is the absurd lllef that ignorance igno-rance is purity and that girls should know nothing of marriage.' .In society there are artifices of every sort to hldo physical aud moral defects. In the home life the trno nature unfolds itself; but how little is discovered dis-covered till after marriage. Ah! then coines the awakening. Too often does a woman choose a man from a handsome exterior; ex-terior; or, aadder still, she marries for a home." "Or worse yet," broke in herlntlyship, "she sells hersolf for a title. I wa Invited to a grand wedding not long since in Lon-I Lon-I don, where a beautiful graceful American girl deliberately sold herself to a nnsty, low, dirty ruffian for bis title, and I wouldn't go. 1 wouldn't staud by and witness wit-ness it." "Tonnie," said Victoria, lifting a reproving reprov-ing finger, and the viscountess subsided, while her sister went on: "Alasl What has not society to answer for? The voiceless misery, breaking hearts. And custom has so twisted uud misrepresented every great thought that mankind scarcely know what Is truth aud what is error. The weakness and cowardice of a few spread desolation throughout the land. We Bee people cursed today with hereditary he-reditary diseases, brutish passions and criminal instincts. What need to talk to man of his soul, when body and mind are torn by inherited diaease until reason totters? The belief of tho future will bo founded on the great truth that t he human body is a temple, nud will awaken mankind man-kind to the awful responsibility of parentage. parent-age. This temple has lieen so brutalized that one can scarcely call it human. Is it the masterpiece of God that is drugged in opium dens? That fills hotbeds of inf amy? That crowds the prisoners' docks? The ignorance ig-norance which surrounds the great prob-ems prob-ems involved must be dispelled.'! Mrs. Martiu is an interesting talker, but the fun begins when her ladyship takes a hand. She flies from one subject to another; an-other; she interrupt her dignified sister In the midst of her stateliest ut terances, and her Wall street romlnisconce are very entertaining en-tertaining and ludicrous. "You may use this incident," she rattled: "when wo first went ia Uroad street, there came one day a little woman to ask us to negotiate the sale of some bouda. Well, I put on my bonnet ami walked up the street with her to a bank. When I got back you should have heard tho hue and cry that was raised by our broker friends, 'Tennie Claflin, you're ruined I Do you know who that was with you?' 'No,' I coolly an- TME WALL STflECT HI'PKO'OMi i Mil. JOriN BlDDULril MARTIN. "For -doing what other women have talked," she said in a most dramatic fashion, fash-ion, "my sister and myself were hounded nud persecuted as no other women have ever been, hut from the timo our weary feet touched the shores of dear old England we were roccivotl with open arms. My Eng-lish Eng-lish friends said to me when I made known my decision to return to America, 'Why, dear, why do you go back to begin the fight again? Why net rest?' But I said to them and to my darling husband: 'I am goin;; back to work for women.' All these millions mill-ions which God has given me are to be poured out to advance tho cause of woman. And Mr. Martin coincides entirely with my views and helps mo in every way. All mmi mh slip i h 1 Ait p-.!riSi 7.ITT.A MAID WOOriHULL. the revenues flowiug from these banks he is abort to establish in this country are to be mine to do what I please toward furthering fur-thering tho emancipation of women. Mrs. Martin is well preserved. There are threads of silver in her brown hair, but her complexion is florid and her eyes are bri"M She has a winning smile and considerable con-siderable personal magnetism. Utile IMy Francis Cook, Viscountess Moritserrat though younger than "Vicky," as she affectionately af-fectionately styles Mrs. Martin. looks much older. Her hair is very gray, aud there cro lines of suffering in her delicate face. Sir Francis Cook is merchant with lnrge interests iu Portugal. Tha present compli- , cations between Kugland and tnat country j forced him to go to Usbou just as his wif. i was returning to this country. He will, however, join her later. I TflK SISTf:l IN WAl.t, DTRKET. (A cariLUire jyiibtishcd fn IWO. ) wered. 'Why. she's , a noterious womau. 'Well, I calmly said, 'if you all know so much aix.et her, you mint be (S trt a she ia. I nhaU ak er.n how I am seen with vnu in the .'uturc.'" In regard to the IU-! suit her ladyship said emphatically: "We have discovered who originated these storiei. We do not think Inspector livrnes Is to blame for them and I believe that he will yet come forward and say that -e has l)een misin-formefl misin-formefl in ng-rd to n." An inquirv.it pf-li- litnhnarterselicitd the quiet reply timt the irt'-'x-ctor is not lu much apprehension. i;:,ini Sio.vj Tvrvtn. Pimm " I Ji j ! (Uji, vf;sam? Jls3tJTtJ I |