you sent out?

After the ball was set rolling she wrote:

A letter from Mrs. Stanton tells of her being on the verge of
pneumonia, and rushing home to rest and recruit. She is better and,
since she has been to the dinner-table, I infer she is well enough
to begin to work up the thunder and lightning for Indianapolis and
Chicago. Now won't you at once scratch down the points with which
you want to fire her soul and brain, and get her at work on the
resolutions, platform and address? She won't go out to lecture any
more this spring, and if you will only put her en rapport with your
thought she will do splendid work in the herculean task awaiting
us.

It is simply impossible for me to go to her at present, and we must
all give her our ideas in the rough, from time to time, and let her
weld them together as best she can; and then, as she says, when we
meet in Indianapolis we all will put in our happiest ideas,
metaphysical, political, logical and all other "cals," and make
these the strongest and grandest documents ever issued from any
organization of women. It does seem to me that if we can succeed in
grinding out just the right appeal, demand, or whatever it may be
called, the Republican convention must heed us. At any rate, we
will do our level best at a strong pull, a long pull and a pull all
together to compel them to surrender.

I enclose my list of May lecture engagements. I shall be able to
help in money from them soon, and better than I could in any other
way. I watch both Congress and our State legislatures, but the
"scamps" are vastly better at promising than fulfilling. The
politicians, of course, expect all this flutter and buncombe about
doing something for women in New York--in California--in Iowa--is
going to spike our guns and make us help the Republican party to
carry all before it; but we must not be thus fooled by them.

After a lecture at Waynesburg, Penn., when she had gone to her train at
4 A. M. to find it an hour late, she wrote on the ticket-office shelf,
by the light of a smoky lamp, this letter to her sister:

Just three years ago this day was our dear Hannah's last on earth,
and I can see her now sitting by the window and can hear her say,
"Talk, Susan." I knew she wanted me to talk of the future meetings
in the great beyond,