her
divine art thus to impress one by action alone. Today Mrs. McLaren
invites me to dine at her son's, Charles McLaren, M.P. All this is
written in a hurry but is perhaps better than nothing. It is so
difficult to clutch a moment to write.

LONDON, July 19.

MY DEAR RACHEL: ... I am to attend a suffrage meeting at the
Westminster Palace Hotel Hall this afternoon, and tomorrow at 10:25
A. M. I start for Edinburgh with Mrs. Moore. I am bound to suck all
the honey possible out of everybody and everything as they come to
me or I go to them. It is such unwisdom, such unhappiness, not to
look for and think and talk of the best in all things and all
people; so you see at threescore and three I am still trying always
to keep the bright and right side up. I am expecting a great
ferment at the meeting today, for those who agree with Mrs. Jacob
Bright have asked Mrs. Stanton to confer with them about what they
shall do now. She advises them to demand suffrage for all women,
married and single; but I contend that it is not in good taste for
either of us to counsel public opposition to the bill before
Parliament....

I wrote you about Miss ----. She is settled in the conviction that
she never will marry any man--not even the one with whom she has
had so close a friendship for the past ten years. She feels that to
do the work for the world which she has mapped out she must eschew
marriage, accepting platonic friendship but no more. I tell her she
is giving her nature a severe trial by allowing herself this one
particular friend, that if he does not in the end succeed in
getting her to marry him, it will be the first escape I ever have
heard of. She is a charming, earnest, conscientious woman, and I
feel deeply interested in her experiment.

[After being royally entertained in London and making many little trips
into the beautiful country around, Miss Anthony left for Edinburgh July
20, carrying with her many pleasant remembrances of friends.]

EDINBURGH, July 22.

MY DEAR SISTER: Here I am in Huntley Lodge, the delightful home of
Mrs. Elizabeth Pease Nichol, whose name we so often used to see in
the Liberator and the Anti-Slavery Standard, and of whom we used to
hear