one of a generation almost
ended, that so many of these young people know nothing of the
past; they are apt to think they have sprung up like somebody's
gourd, and that nothing ever was done until they came. So I am
always gratified to hear these reminiscences, that they may know
how others have sown what they are reaping to-day.

One of the earliest advocates of this cause was Sally Holly, the
daughter of Myron Holly, founder of the Liberty Party in the
State of New York, and also founder of Unitarianism in the city
of Rochester. Frederick Douglass will say a few words in regard
to Sally Holly, and of such of the others as he may feel moved to
speak; and I want to say that when, at the very first convention
called and managed by women, Elizabeth Cady Stanton read her
resolution that the elective franchise is the underlying right,
there was but one man to stand with her, and that man was
Frederick Douglass.

Mr. Douglass (D. C.) told of attempting to speak in Buffalo against
slavery in 1843, when every hall was closed to him and he went into an
abandoned storeroom:

I continued from day to day speaking in that old store to
laborers from the wharves, cartmen, draymen and longshoremen,
until after awhile the room was crowded. No woman made her
appearance at the meetings, but day after day for six days in
succession I spoke--morning, afternoon and evening. On the third
day there came into the room a lady leading a little girl. No
greater contrast could possibly have been presented than this
elegantly dressed, refined and lovely woman attempting to wend
her way through that throng. I don't know that she showed the
least shrinking from the crowd, but I noticed that they rather
shrank from her, as if fearful that the dust of their garments
would soil hers. Her presence to me at that moment was as if an
angel had been sent from Heaven to encourage me in my
anti-slavery endeavors. She came day after day thereafter, and at
last I had the temerity to ask her name. She gave it--Sally
Holly. "A daughter of Myron Holly?" said I. "Yes," she answered.
I understood it all then, for he was amongst the foremost of the
men in western New York in the anti-slavery movement. His home
was in Rochester and his dust now lies in Mt. Hope, the beautiful
cemetery of that