On one occasion I was invited, by mistake, to a little town to lecture the same evening when the Christy Minstrels were to perform.  It was arranged, as the town had only one hall, that I should speak from seven to eight o’clock and the minstrels should have the remainder of the time.  One may readily see that, with the minstrels in anticipation, a lecture on any serious question would occupy but a small place in the hearts of the people in a town where they seldom had entertainments of any kind.  All the time I was speaking there was a running to and fro behind the scenes, where the minstrels were transforming themselves with paints and curly wigs into Africans, and laughing at each other’s jests.  As it was a warm evening, and the windows were open, the hilarity of the boys in the street added to the general din.  Under such circumstances it was difficult to preserve my equilibrium.  I felt like laughing at my own comical predicament, and I decided to make my address a medley of anecdotes and stories, like a string of beads, held together by a fine thread of argument and illustration.  The moment the hand of the clock pointed at eight o’clock the band struck up, thus announcing that the happy hour for the minstrels had come.  Those of my audience who wished to stay were offered seats at half price; those who did not, slipped out, and the crowd rushed in, soon packing the house to its utmost capacity.  I stayed, and enjoyed the performance of the minstrels more than I had my own.

As the lyceum season lasted from October to June, I was late in reaching Philadelphia.  Miss Anthony and Mrs. Gage had already been through the agony of finding appropriate headquarters for the National Suffrage Association.  I found them pleasantly situated on the lower floor of No. 1431 Chestnut Street, with the work for the coming month clearly mapped out.  As it was the year for nominating candidates for the presidency of the United States, the Republicans and Democrats were about to hold their great’ conventions.  Hence letters were to be written to them recommending a woman suffrage plank in their platforms, and asking seats for women in the conventions, with the privilege of being heard in their own behalf.  On these letters our united wisdom was concentrated, and twenty thousand copies of each were published.

Then it was thought pre-eminently proper that a Woman’s Declaration of Rights should be issued.  Days and nights were spent over that document.  After many twists from our analytical tweezers, with a critical consideration of every word and sentence, it was at last, by a consensus of the competent, pronounced very good.  Thousands were ordered to be printed, and were folded, put in envelopes, stamped, directed, and scattered.  Miss Anthony, Mrs. Gage, and I worked sixteen hours, day and night, pressing everyone who came in, into the service, and late at night carrying immense bundles to be mailed.  With meetings, receptions, and a succession of visitors, all of whom we plied with woman suffrage literature, we felt we had accomplished a great educational work.