of the legislature, and, by a recent amendment to the national Constitution, Congress had declared that “all persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside” and are entitled to vote.  I told them that I wished to cast my vote, as a citizen of the United States, for the candidates for United States offices.  Two of the inspectors sat down and pulled their hats over their eyes, whether from shame or ignorance I do not know.  The other held on to the box, and said “I know nothing about the Constitutions, State or national.  I never read either; but I do know that in New Jersey, women have not voted in my day, and I cannot accept your ballot.”  So I laid my ballot in his hand, saying that I had the same right to vote that any man present had, and on him must rest the responsibility of denying me my rights of citizenship.

All through the winter Miss Anthony and I worked diligently on the History.  My daughter Harriot came from Europe in February, determined that I should return with her, as she had not finished her studies.  To expedite my task on the History she seized the laboring oar, prepared the last chapter and corrected the proof as opportunity offered.  As the children were scattered to the four points of the compass and my husband spent the winter in the city, we decided to lease our house and all take a holiday.  We spent a month in New York city, busy on the History to the last hour, with occasional intervals of receiving and visiting friends.  As I dreaded the voyage, the days flew by too fast for my pleasure.

CHAPTER XXI.

IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE.

Having worked diligently through nearly two years on the second volume of “The History of Woman Suffrage,” I looked forward with pleasure to a rest, in the Old World, beyond the reach and sound of my beloved Susan and the woman suffrage movement.  On May 27, 1892, I sailed with my daughter Harriot on the Chateau Leoville for Bordeaux.  The many friends who came to see us off brought fruits and flowers, boxes of candied ginger to ward off seasickness, letters of introduction, and light literature for the voyage.  We had all the daily and weekly papers, secular and religious, the new monthly magazines, and several novels.  We thought we would do an immense amount of reading, but we did very little.  Eating, sleeping, walking on deck, and watching the ever-changing ocean are about all that most people care to do.  The sail down the harbor that bright, warm evening was beautiful, and, we lingered on deck in the moonlight until a late hour.

I slept but little, that night, as two cats kept running in and out of my stateroom, and my berth was so narrow that I could only lie in one position—­as straight as if already in my coffin.  Under such circumstances I spent the night, thinking over everything that was painful in my whole life, and imagining all the different calamities that might befall my family in my absence.  It was a night of severe introspection and intense dissatisfaction.  I was glad when the morning dawned and I could go on deck.  During the day my couch was widened one foot, and, at night, the cats relegated to other quarters.