Many a time as a schoolboy I had proudly declaimed the passage from John Home's tragedy, "My Name is Norval." Again I stood upon "the Grampian hills." The committee was escorting Miss Couzins down the aisle.

When she came within the radius of my poor vision I saw that she was a beauty and dressed to kill.
That was reassurance.

Gaining a little time while the hall fairly rocked with its thunder of negation I laid the gavel down and stepped to the edge of the platform and gave Miss Couzins my hand.
As she appeared above the throng there was a momentary "Ah!" and then a lull, broken by a single voice: "Mister Chairman.

I rise to a point of order." Leading Miss Couzins to the front of the stage I took up the gavel and gave a gentle rap, saying: "The gentleman will take his seat." "But, Mister Chairman, I rose to a point of order," he vociferated.
"The gentleman will take his seat instantly," I answered in a tone of one about to throw the gavel at his head.

"No point of order is in order when a lady has the floor." After that Miss Couzins received a positive ovation and having delivered her message retired in a blaze of glory.
VI Mr.Tilden was nominated on the second ballot.