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I shall swiftly sketch the life of Victoria ClaflinWoodhull; a young woman whose career has been assingular as any heroine's in a romance; whose ability isof a rare and whose character of the rarest type;whose personal sufferings are of themselves a wholedrama of pathos; whose name (through the malice ofsome and the ignorance of others) has caught a shadowin strange contrast with the whiteness of her life; whoseposition as a representative of her sex in the greatestreform of modern times renders her an object of peculiarinterest to her fellow-citizens; and whose character(inasmuch as I know her well) I can portray withoutcolor or tinge from any other partiality save thatI hold her in uncommon respect.
In Homer, Ohio, in a small cottage, white-painted andhigh-peaked, with a porch running round it and a flowergarden in front, this daughter, the seventh of tenchildren of Roxana and Buckman Claflin, was born September23d, 1838. As this was the year when QueenVictoria was crowned, the new-born babe, though cladneither in purple nor fine linen, but comfortablyswaddled in respectable poverty, was immediatelychristened (though without chrism) as the Queen'snamesake; her parents little dreaming that theirdaughter would one day aspire to a higher seatthan the English throne. The Queen, with thatearly matronly predilection which her subsequentlife did so much to illustrate,