into the field of animal painting, and her work not only surpasses anything ever done by a woman, but is a bold and successful step beyond all other artists.  Mark another significant fact:  The three greatest productions of art during the past three years are by women—­Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Aurora Leigh, Rosa Bonheur’s Horse Fair and Harriet Hosmer’s Beatrice Cenci—­and these triumphs are in three of its most difficult and exalted departments.

In April she took Mrs. Stanton’s four boys from Seneca Falls to New York, and cared for them while the family were removing to that city.  In May she attended the New York Anniversary and the New England convention in Boston, and on the Fourth of July the celebration at Framingham, and during this time gave many addresses on anti-slavery.  When in Boston she had a delightful visit with the Garrisons, and called on Mrs. Phillips with Mrs. Garrison, one of the few persons admitted to the invalid’s seclusion.

While all the women were giving themselves, body and soul, to the great work of the war, the New York Legislature, April 10, 1862, finding them off guard, very quietly amended the law of 1860 and took away from mothers the lately-acquired right to the equal guardianship of their children.  They also repealed the law which secured to the widow the control of the property for the care of minor children.  Thus at one blow were swept away the results of nearly a decade of hard work on the part of women, and wives and mothers were left in almost the same position as under the old common law.  Had one woman been a member of the Legislature, such an act never would have been possible; but the little band who for ten years had watched and toiled to protect the interests of their sex, were in the sanitary commission, the hospitals, at the front, on the platform in the interest of the Union, or at home doing the work of those who had gone into the army, and this was their reward!  Miss Anthony’s anger and sorrow were intense when she heard of the repeal of the laws which she had spent seven long years to obtain, tramping through cold and heat to roll up petitions and traversing the whole State of New York in the dead of winter to create public sentiment in their favor.  In her anguish she wrote Lydia Mott: 

Your startling letter is before me.  I knew some weeks ago that abominable thing was on the calendar, with some six or eight hundred bills before it, and hence felt sure it would not come up this winter, and that in the meantime we should sound the alarm.  Well, well; while the old guard sleep the “young devils” are wide awake, and we deserve to suffer for our confidence in “man’s sense of justice;” but nothing short of this could rouse our women again to action.  All our reformers seem suddenly to have grown politic.  All alike say:  “Have no conventions at this crisis; wait until the war excitement abates;” which is to say:  “Ask our opponents if they think