I met Charles Bradlaugh.

One day in the late spring, talking with Mrs.Conway--one of the sweetest and steadiest natures whom it has been my lot to meet, and to whom, as to her husband, I owe much for kindness generously shown when I was poor and had but few friends--she asked me if I had been to the Hall of Science, Old Street.

I answered, with the stupid, ignorant reflection of other people's prejudices so sadly common, "No, I have never been there.

Mr.
Bradlaugh is rather a rough sort of speaker, is he not ?" "He is the finest speaker of Saxon-English that I have ever heard," she answered, "except, perhaps, John Bright, and his power over a crowd is something marvellous.

Whether you agree with him or not, you should hear him." In the following July I went into the shop of Mr.Edward Truelove, 256, High Holborn, in search of some Comtist publications, having come across his name as a publisher in the course of my study at the British Museum.