calm and dignified sadness. "This is a magnificent sight
before me," she said slowly, "and these have been wonderful
addresses and speeches I have listened to during the past week.
Yet I have looked on many such audiences and in my lifetime I
have listened to many such speakers, all testifying to the
righteousness, the justice and the worthiness of the cause of
woman suffrage. I never saw that great woman, Mary
Wollstonecraft, but I have read her eloquent and unanswerable
arguments in behalf of the liberty of womankind. I have met and
known most of the progressive women who came after her--Lucretia
Mott, the Grimke sisters, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Lucy Stone--a
long galaxy of great women. I have heard them speak, saying in
only slightly different phrases exactly what I heard these newer
advocates of the cause say at these meetings. Those older women
have gone on and most of those who worked with me in the early
years have gone. I am here for a little time only and then my
place will be filled as theirs was filled. The fight must not
cease; you must see that it does not stop."

There were indeed Miss Anthony's last words to a woman suffrage
convention and they expressed the dominant thought which had directed
her own life--the fight must not stop!

The address of Mrs. Howe was read at a later session by her daughter,
Mrs. Florence Howe Hall, who expressed her mother's extreme
disappointment at not being able to be present in person and said:
"She regarded this convention as probably the last she should attend
and she hoped to clasp hands with many whom she has known in former
years and with many whom she has not known. She has heard with joy of
its success and sends you her affectionate greeting and glad
congratulations." In the course of this scholarly address Mrs. Howe
said:

I can well recall the years in which I felt myself averse to the
participation of women in political life. The feminine type
appeared to me so precious, so indispensable to humanity, that I
dreaded any enlargement of its functions lest something of its
charm and real power should therein be lost. I have often felt as
if some sudden and unlooked for revelation had been vouchsafed to
me, for at my first real contact with the suffragists of, say,
forty years ago, I was made to feel that womanhood is not only
static but