"Charles Dickens was the novelist of humanity, and Kate Field is,
to-day, his most sympathetic and intelligent interpreter. Those who
were so fortunate as to attend her reading last evening enjoyed an
intellectual pleasure not soon forgotten. They saw a slender, graceful
woman, dressed in creamy white, with soft laces falling about her; with
low, broad brow, and earnest, sympathetic eyes, under a cloud of soft
dark hair. With a rich and finely modulated voice of remarkable power
of expression, she held her audience for two hours spellbound by the
magic of her genius."


In Colorado Miss Field enjoyed an unique and picturesque holiday.
Picnics and excursions were gotten up in her honor; special trains were
run; she rode on horseback with gay parties of friends twenty-five miles
a day; she joined friends from New York who were camping out on "The
Needles," and she made a visit to the San Juan Silver-mining district.
Among other diversions she had the honor of naming a new watering place,
located on "The Divide," an hour by rail from Denver, to which, in honor
of General Palmer who has practically "made" that region, Miss Field
gave the name of Palmero, the Spanish for Palmer.

How unconsciously Miss Field came to study the problem presented by the
peculiar institutions of Utah is curiously indicated in a letter from
Salt Lake City, under date of Jan. 16, 1884, which she wrote to the
Boston _Herald_, and which opens thus:--

"I know of nothing that would do Bostonians so much good as a prolonged
trip across this continent, giving themselves sufficient time to tarry
at different points and study the people. For myself--about half a
Bostonian--I became so ashamed of sailing east year after year, that