Qian. She wears a Scotch cap, cocked on one side ot her head, chews tobacco smokes, and swears like a very trooper, as she claims to be. She is accompanied by her present husband. Both are very poor, and have beet; compelled to sleep in the station-house every night they have been in Washington. Altogether, Mrs. Sigel, who bears traces of having once been in better condition—once even good-looking—presents a sad illustration of the effects of a woman stepping out of her natural sphere, to enter upon a career entirely foreign to the design of her creation. A friend asks: ''Would she not be avaluable Subject for the study of the ad vocate of what is called ‘Woman’s Rights?’ ”