incomplete reminiscences will permit, other inci-
dents that occurred on its banks.
Of these the most important was the union in
1889 of the two great
suffrage societies--the Ameri-
can Association, of which Lucy Stone was the presi-
dent, and the National Association, headed by Susan
B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton. At a
convention held in Washington these societies were
merged as The National American Woman Suffrage
Association--the name our association still bears--
and Mrs. Stanton was elected president. She was
then nearly eighty and past active work, but she
made a wonderful presiding officer at our
subsequentmeetings, and she was as
picturesque as she was
efficient.
Miss Anthony, who had an
immense admiration
for her and a great personal pride in her, always
escorted her to the capital, and, having worked her
utmost to make the meeting a success, invariably
gave Mrs. Stanton credit for all that was accom-
plished. She often said that Mrs. Stanton was the
brains of the new association, while she herself was
merely its hands and feet; but in truth the two
women worked
marvelously together, for Mrs.
Stanton was a master of words and could write and
speak to
perfection of the things Susan B. Anthony
saw and felt but could not herself express. Usually
Miss Anthony went to Mrs. Stanton's house and
took
charge of it while she stimulated the venerable
president to the
writing of her
annual address.
Then, at the
subsequent convention, she would listen
to the report with as much delight and pleasure as
if each word of it had been new to her. Even after
Mrs. Stanton's
resignation from the presidency--
at the end, I think, of three years--and Miss An-
thony's
election as her
successor, ``Aunt Susan'' still
went to her old friend
whenever an important reso-
lution was to be written, and Mrs. Stanton loyally
drafted it for her.
Mrs. Stanton was the most
brilliant conversa-
tionalist I have ever known; and the best talk I
have heard
anywhere was that to which I used to
listen in the home of Mrs. Eliza Wright Osborne,
in Auburn, New York, when Mrs. Stanton, Susan
B. Anthony, Emily Howland, Elizabeth Smith
Miller, Ida Husted Harper, Miss Mills, and I were
gathered there for our
occasional week-end visits.
Mrs. Osborne inherited her
suffrage sympathies, for
she was the daughter of Martha Wright, who, with
Mrs. Stanton and Lucretia Mott, called the first
suffrage convention in Seneca Falls, New York. I
must add in passing that her son, Thomas Mott
Osborne, who is doing such
admirable work in
prison
reform at Sing Sing, has shown himself
worthyof the
gifted and high-minded mother who gave him
to the world.
Most of the conversation in Mrs. Osborne's home
was contributed by Mrs. Stanton and Miss Anthony,
while the rest of us sat, as it were, at their feet.
Many human and
feminine touches brightened the
lofty discussions that were
constantly going on, and
the
varied characteristics of our leaders cropped up
in
amusing fashion. Mrs. Stanton, for example, was
rarely
accurate in giving figures or dates, while Miss
Anthony was always very exact in such matters.
She frequently corrected Mrs. Stanton's statements,
and Mrs. Stanton usually took the
interruption in
the best possible spirit,
promptly admitting that
``Aunt Susan'' knew best. On one occasion I re-
call, however, she held fast to her opinion that she
was right as to the month in which a certain inci-
dent had occurred.
``No, Susan,'' she insisted, ``you're wrong for
once. I remember
perfectly when that happened,
for it was at the time I was
beginning to wean