jealousy, but that they can be friends in times of sunshine and
peace, of stress and storm. No mere fair-weather friends have you
been to each other.

Does not Emerson say that friendship is the slowest fruit in the
garden of God? The fruit of friendship between you two has grown
through half a hundred years, each year making it more beautiful,
more mellow, more sweet. But you have not been weak echoes of
each other; nay, often for the good of each you were thorns in
the side. Yet disagreement only quickened loyalty. Supplementing
each other, companionship drew out the best in each. You have
both been urged to untiring efforts through the sympathy, the
help of each other. You have attained the highest achievement in
demonstrating a lofty, an ideal friendship. This friendship of
you two women is the benediction for our century.

The last and tenderest tribute was offered by the Rev. Anna Howard
Shaw who said, in rich, musical accents and with a manner which seemed
almost to be inspired, what can only be most inadequately reported:

A little over a hundred years ago there came men who told us what
freedom is and what freemen may become. Later women with the same
love of it in their hearts said, "There is no sex in freedom.
Whatever it makes possible for men it will make possible for
women." A few of these daring souls went forth to blaze the path.
Gradually the sunlight of freedom shone in their faces and they
encouraged others to follow. They went slowly for the way was
hard. They must make the path and it was a weary task. Sometimes
darkness settled over them and they must grope their way. Mott,
Stanton, Stone, Anthony--not one retraced her footsteps. The two
who are left still stand on the summit, great, glorious figures.
We ask, "Is the way difficult?" They answer, "Yes, but the sun
shines on us and in the valley they know nothing of its glory.
Their cry we hear and are calling back to those who are still in
the valley."

Leader, comrade, friend, no name can express what you are to us.
You might have led us as commander, and we might have followed
and obeyed, but there still might have been wanting the divine
force of unchanging love. We look up to the sunlight where you
stand and say, "We are coming." When we shall be fourscore we
shall still be