and childhood’s days.  I looked at the beautiful river and the schooners with their sails spread to the breeze.  I felt alone, but my mind traversed the entire round of the loved ones.  I doubt if there be any mortal who clings to loves with greater tenacity than do I. To see mother without father in the old home, to feel the loneliness of her spirit, and all of us bereft of the joy of looking into the loved face, listening to the loved tones, waiting for his sanction or rejection—­O, how I could see and feel it all!

The rest of us have our work to engross us and other objects to center our affections upon, but mother now lives in her children, and I often feel as if we did too little to lighten her heart and cheer her path.  Never was there a mother who came nearer to knowing nothing save her own household, her husband and children, whether high in the world’s esteem or crucified, the same still with her through all.  If we sometimes give her occasion to feel that we prized father more than her, it was she who taught us ever to hold him thus above all others.  Our high respect and deep love for him, our perfect trust in him, we owe to mother’s precepts and vastly more to her example.  And, by and by, when we have to reckon her among the invisible, we shall live in remembrance of her wise counsel, tender watching, self-sacrifice and devotion not second to that we now cherish for the memory of our father—­nay, it will even transcend that in measure, as a mother’s constant and ever-present love and care for her children are beyond those of a father.

A bit of mirth comes into the somber atmosphere with a note from Theodore Tilton: 

To SUSAN B. ANTHONY, ADJUTANT-GENERAL—­Since of late you have been bold in expressing your opinion that the draft should be strenuously enforced and that the broken ranks of our brave armies should be supplied with new men, it will serve to show you how great the difference is between those who say and those who do, if I inform you—­as in duty bound I do hereby—­that I know a little lady only half your size who doubles your zeal in all these respects and who, without waiting for your tardy example, presented on her own account to the government on Thursday last a new man, weighing nine pounds, to be enrolled among the infantry of the United States.

Miss Anthony undertook the great work of this National Loyal League without the guarantee from any source of a single dollar.  The expenses were very heavy; office rent, clerk hire, printing bills, postage, etc., brought them up to over $5,000, but as usual she was fertile in resources for raising money.  All who signed the petition were requested to give a cent and in this way about $3,000 were realized.  A few contributions came in, but the demands were infinite for every dollar which patriotic citizens could spare, and the league felt desirous of paying its own way.  To assist in this, she arranged a