With this constant bantering from students and the sad complaints of the women， my mind was sorely perplexed. So when， from time to time， my attention was called to these odious laws， I would mark them with a pencil， and becoming more and more convinced of the necessity of taking some active measures against these unjust provisions， I resolved to seize the first opportunity， when alone in the office， to cut every one of them out of the books； supposing my father and his library were the beginning and the end of the law. However， this mutilation of his volumes was never accomplished， for dear old Flora Campbell， to whom I confided my plan for the amelioration of the wrongs of my unhappy sex， warned my father of what I proposed to do. Without letting me know that he had discovered my secret， be explained to me one evening how laws were made， the large number of lawyers and libraries there were all over the State， and that if his library should burn up it would make no difference in woman's condition. "When you are grown up， and able to prepare a speech，" said he， "you must go down to Albany and talk to the legislators； tell them all you have seen in this office；the sufferings of these Scotchwomen， robbed of their inheritance and left dependent on their unworthy sons， and， if you can persuade them to pass new laws， the old ones will be a dead letter." Thus was the future object of my life foreshadowed and my duty plainly outlined by him who was most opposed to my public career when， in due time， I entered upon it.
Until I was sixteen years old， I was a faithful student in the Johnstown Academy with a class of boys. Though I was the only girl in the higher classes of mathematics and the languages， yet， in our plays， all the girls and boys mingled freely together. In running races， sliding downhill， and snowballing， we made no distinction of sex. True， the boys would carry the school books and pull the sleighs up hill for their favorite girls， but equality was the general basis of our school relations. I dare say the boys did not make their snowballs quite so hard when pelting the girls， nor wash their faces with the same vehemence as they did each other's， but there was no public evidence of partiality. However， if any boy was too rough or took advantage of a girl smaller than himself， he was promptly thrashed by his fellows. There was an unwritten law and public sentiment in that little Academy world that enabled us to study and play together with the greatest freedom and harmony.
From the academy the boys of my class went to Union College at Schenectady.
When those with whom I had studied and contended for prizes for five years came to bid me good-by， and I learned of the barrier that prevented me from following in their footsteps？no girls admitted here"杕y vexation and mortification knew no bounds. I remember， now， how proud and handsome the boys looked in their new clothes， as they jumped into the old stage coach and drove off， and how lonely I felt when they were gone and I had nothing to do， for the plans for my future were yet undetermined. Again I felt more keenly than ever the humiliation of the distinctions made on the ground of sex.
My time was now occupied with riding on horseback， studying the game of chess， and continually squabbling with the law students over the rights of women. Something was always coming up in the experiences of everyday life， or in the books we were reading， to give us fresh topics for argument.
They would read passages from the British classics quite as aggravating as the laws. They delighted in extracts from Shakespeare， especially from "The Taming of the Shrew，" an admirable satire in itself on the old common law of England. I hated Petruchio as if he were a real man. Young Bayard would recite with unction the famous reply of Milton's ideal woman to Adam：
"God thy law， thou mine." The Bible， too， was brought into requisition.
In fact it seemed to me that every book taught the "divinely ordained" headship of man； but my mind never yielded to this popular heresy.
