The question settled in Kansas, we returned, with George Francis Train, to New York.  He offered to pay all the expenses of the journey and meetings in all the chief cities on the way, and see that we were fully and well reported in their respective journals.  After prolonged consultation Miss Anthony and I thought best to accept the offer and we did so.  Most of our friends thought it a grave blunder, but the result proved otherwise.  Mr. Train was then in his prime—­a large, fine-looking man, a gentleman in dress and manner, neither smoking, chewing, drinking, nor gormandizing.  He was an effective speaker and actor, as one of his speeches, which he illustrated, imitating the poor wife at the washtub and the drunken husband reeling in, fully showed.  He gave his audience charcoal sketches of everyday life rather than argument.  He always pleased popular audiences, and even the most fastidious were amused with his caricatures.  As the newspapers gave several columns to our meetings at every point through all the States, the agitation was widespread and of great value.  To be sure our friends, on all sides, fell off, and those especially who wished us to be silent on the question of woman’s rights, declared “the cause too sacred to be advocated by such a charlatan as George Francis Train.”  We thought otherwise, as the accession of Mr. Train increased the agitation twofold.  If these fastidious ladies and gentlemen had come out to Kansas and occupied the ground and provided “the sinews of war,” there would have been no field for Mr. Train’s labors, and we should have accepted their services.  But, as the ground was unoccupied, he had, at least, the right of a reform “squatter” to cultivate the cardinal virtues and reap a moral harvest wherever he could.

Reaching New York, Mr. Train made it possible for us to establish a newspaper, which gave another impetus to our movement.  The Revolution, published by Susan B. Anthony and edited by Parker Pillsbury and myself, lived two years and a half and was then consolidated with the New York Christian Enquirer, edited by the Rev. Henry Bellows, D.D.  I regard the brief period in which I edited the Revolution as one of the happiest of my life, and I may add the most useful.  In looking over the editorials I find but one that I sincerely regret, and that was a retort on Mr. Garrison, written under great provocation, but not by me, which circumstances, at the time, forbade me to disown.  Considering the pressure brought to bear on Miss Anthony and myself, I feel now that our patience and forbearance with our enemies in their malignant attacks on our good, name, which we never answered, were indeed marvelous.