calling to you, "We are coming," for you will
still be beckoning us on as you climb still loftier heights.
Souls like yours can never rest in all the eternities of God.

Then a hush fell on the people and all waited for Miss Anthony. During
the afternoon she had been sitting in a large armchair that was almost
covered by her cloak of royal purple velvet which she had thrown over
it, the white satin lining forming a lovely background for her
finely-shaped head with its halo of silver hair. No one ever had seen
her so moved as on this occasion when her memory must have carried her
back to the days of bare halls, hostile audiences, ridicule, abuse,
loneliness and ostracism by all but a very few staunch friends. "Would
she be able to speak?" many in the audience asked themselves, but the
nearest friends waited calmly and without anxiety. They never had
known her to fail. The result was thus described:

For a moment after gaining her feet, Miss Anthony stood battling
with her emotions, but her indomitable courage conquered, and she
smiled at the audience as it rose to greet her. She wore a gown
of black duchesse satin with vest and revers of fine white lace
in which were a few modest pinks, while she carried a large
bouquet of violets. The moment she began talking the shadow
passed from her face and she stood erect, with head uplifted,
full of her old-time vigor.

"How can you expect me to say a word?" she said. "And yet I must.
I have reason to feel grateful, for I have received letters and
telegrams from all over the world.[134] But the one that has
touched me the most is a simple note which came from an old home
of slavery, from a woman off of whose hands and feet the shackles
fell nearly forty years ago. That letter, my friends, contained
eighty cents--one penny for every year. It was all that this aged
person had....

I am grateful for the many expressions which I have listened to
this afternoon. I have heard the grandson of the great Frederick
Douglass speak to me through his violin. I mention this because I
remember so well Frederick Douglass when he rose at the
convention where the first resolution ever presented for woman
suffrage had his eloquence to help it....

Among the addresses from my younger co-workers, none has touched
me so deeply as that from the one of darker hue.... Not