 There is but little consolation in the fact that almost every representative of a new idea has had to struggle and suffer under similar difficulties.  Is it of any avail that a former president of a republic pays homage at Osawatomie to the memory of John Brown?  Or that the president of another republic participates in the unveiling of a statue in honor of Pierre Proudhon, and holds up his life to the French nation as a model worthy of enthusiastic emulation?  Of what avail is all this when, at the same time, the LIVING John Browns and Proudhons are being crucified?  The honor and glory of a Mary Wollstonecraft or of a Louise Michel are not enhanced by the City Fathers of London or Paris naming a street after them--the living generation should be concerned with doing justice to the LIVING Mary Wollstonecrafts and Louise Michels.  Posterity assigns to men like Wendel Phillips and Lloyd Garrison the proper niche of honor in the temple of human emancipation; but it is the duty of their contemporaries to bring them due recognition and appreciation while they live.