Behind the Scenes.
that I had just hushed into slumber, Mr. Bing¬
ham came to the door and asked me to go with
him to his study. Wondering what he meant
by his strange request, I followed him, and when
we had entered the study he closed the door, and
in his blunt way remarked: " Lizzie, I am going
to flog you." I was thunderstruck, and tried to
think if I had been remiss in anvthingr. I could
not recollect of doing anything to deserve punish¬
ment, and with surprise exclaimed: "Whip me,
Mr. Bingham ! what for %"
" ISTo matter," he replied, " I am going to whip
you, so take down your dress this instant."
Recollect, I was eighteen years of ag*^ wgfl g
woman fully developed; qr"1 y^ this man, f»nnl1y
bade me take down my dress. I drew myselfup_
proudly, firmly, and said: " No, Mr. Bingham, T
Rha.ll not, t.akpi down my dress before you. More¬
over, you shall not, wln'p mgjrnless_you prove the
stronger. Nobody has a right to whip me buJL
my own master, and nobody shall dn so, jf T nan