Miss Anthony spent a week with us in Glen Cove.  She came to stir me up to write papers for every Congress at the Exposition, which I did, and she read them in the different Congresses, adding her own strong words at the close.  Mrs. Russell Sage also came and spent a day with us to urge me to write a paper to be read at Chicago at the Emma Willard Reunion, which I did.  A few days afterward Theodore and I returned her visit.  We enjoyed a few hours’ conversation with Mr Sage, who had made a very generous gift of a building to the Emma Willard Seminary at Troy.  This school was one of the first established (1820) for girls in our State, and received an appropriation from the New York legislature on the recommendation of the Governor, De Witt Clinton.  Mr. Sage gave us a description that night of the time his office was blown up with dynamite thrown by a crank, and of his narrow escape.  We found the great financier and his wife in an unpretending cottage with a fine outlook on the sea.  Though possessed of great wealth they set a good example of simplicity and economy, which many extravagant people would do well to follow.

Having visited the World’s Exposition at Chicago and attended a course of lectures at Chautauqua, my daughter, Mrs. Stanton Lawrence, returned to the city, and as soon as our apartment was in order I joined her.  She had recently been appointed Director of Physical Training at the Teachers’ College in New York city.  I attended several of her exhibitions and lectures, which were very interesting.  She is doing her best to develop, with proper exercises and sanitary dress, a new type of womanhood.

My time passed pleasantly these days with a drive in the Park and an hour in the land of Nod, also in reading Henry George’s “Progress and Poverty,” William Morris on industrial questions, Stevenson’s novels, the “Heavenly Twins,” and “Marcella,” and at twilight, when I could not see to read and write, in playing and singing the old tunes and songs I loved in my youth.  In the evening we played draughts and chess.  I am fond of all games, also of music and novels, hence the days fly swiftly by; I am never lonely, life is ever very sweet to me and full of interest.

The winter of 1893-94 was full of excitement, as the citizens of New York were to hold a Constitutional Convention.  Dr. Mary Putnam Jacobi endeavored to rouse a new class of men and women to action in favor of an amendment granting to women the right to vote.  Appeals were sent throughout the State, gatherings were held in parlors, and enthusiastic meetings in Cooper Institute and at the Savoy Hotel.  My daughter, Mrs. Stanton Blatch, who was visiting this country, took an active part in the canvass, and made an eloquent speech in Cooper Institute.  Strange to say, some of the leading ladies formed a strong party against the proposed amendment and their own enfranchisement.  They were called the “Antis.”  This opposing organization adopted the same plan for the campaign as those in favor of the amendment.  They issued appeals, circulated petitions, and had hearings before the Convention.