ery, was a large crayon picture of Lucretia Mott. Above the
picture a snow-white dove held in its beak sprays of smilax,
trailing down on either side, and below was a sheaf of ripened
wheat, typical of the life that had ended. The occasion which had
brought the ladies together, the placid features of that kind and
well-remembered face, had a solemnizing effect upon all, and
quietly the vast audience passed into the hall. The late-comers
finding all the seats occupied stood in the rear and sat in the
aisles.

Presently Miss Couzins, stepping to the front of the stage said
gently, "In accordance with the custom of Mrs. Mott and the
time-honored practice of the Quakers, I ask you to unite in an
invocation to the Spirit." She bowed her head. The audience
followed her example. For several minutes the solemn stillness of
devotion pervaded the hall. When Miss Couzins had taken her seat
the quartette choir of St. Augustine's church (colored) which was
seated on the platform, sang sweetly an appropriate selection,
after which Mrs. Stanton delivered the eulogy,[73] holding the
rapt attention of her audience over an hour. At the close Frederick
Douglass said:

He had listened with interest to the fine analysis of the life
and services of Lucretia Mott. He was almost unwilling to have
his voice heard after what had been said. He was there to show by
his presence his profound respect and earnest love for Lucretia
Mott. He recognized none whose services in behalf of his race
were equal to hers. Her silence even in that cause was more than
the speech of others. He had no words for this occasion.

Robert Purvis at the request of a number of colored citizens of
Washington, presented a beautiful floral harp to Mr. Davis, the
son-in-law of Lucretia Mott, the only representative of her family
present. He paid a tender tribute to the noble woman whose
life-long friendship he had enjoyed. Mr. Davis having a seat on the
platform, received the gift with evident emotion, and returning
thanks, he said:

He would follow the example of Mrs. Mott who seldom kept a gift
long, and present these rare flowers to Mrs. Spofford, the
treasurer of the Association.

Miss ANTHONY said: The highest tribute she could pay, was, that
during the past thirty years she had always felt sure she was
right when she had the approval of Lucretia Mott. Next to that of
her own conscience she mos