Miss Anthony is a resolute, substantial woman of forty or fifty, exhibiting no signs of age or weariness.  Her hair is dark, her head well formed, her face has an expression of masculine strength.  If she were a man you would guess that she was a schoolmaster, or a quiet clergyman, or perhaps a business man and deacon.  She pays no special attention to feminine graces, but is not ungraceful or unwomanly.  In speaking her manner is self-possessed without ranting or unpleasant demonstrations, her tones slightly monotonous.  Long experience has taught her a candid, kindly, sensible way of presenting her views, which wins the good will of her hearers whether they accept them or not.  She said in part: 

“How different is this from the assemblages that used to greet us who twenty years ago commenced to agitate the enfranchisement of woman.  We begin to see the time, which we shall gladly welcome, when we shall not be needed at the front of the battle.  Of late years, the country has been occupied in discussing the claim of man to hold property in his fellow-man, and has decided the question in the negative.  Still another form of slavery remains to be disposed of; the old idea yet prevails that woman is owned and possessed by man, to be clothed and fed and cared for by his generosity.  All the wrongs, arrogances and antagonisms of modern society grow out of this false condition of the relations between man and woman.  The present agitation rises from a demand of the soul of woman for the right to own and possess herself.  It is said that as a rule man does sufficiently provide for woman, and that she ought to remain content.  The great facts of the world are at war with this assumption.

“For example, I see in the New York Herald 1,200 advertisements of people wanting work.  Upon examination, 500 of them come from women and 300 more are from boarding-house keepers; and we may therefore say that eight of the twelve hundred advertisements are from women compelled to rely upon their own energies to gain their food and clothing.  Every morning from 6 to 7 o’clock you may see on the Bowery and other great north and south avenues of New York, troops of young girls and women, with careworn or crime-stained faces, carrying their poor lunch half-concealed beneath a scanty shawl.  If the facts were in accordance with the common theory, we should not see these myriads of women thus thrust out to get their living.  Society must either provide great establishments maintained by taxation to care for women, or else the doors of all trades and callings must be thrown wide open to them....  This woman’s movement promises an entire change of the conditions of wages and support.  The status of woman can not be materially changed while the subsistence question remains as at present.”

Miss Anthony was entertained at the home of Governor Jewell, afterwards Postmaster-General.  One morning she went over to Mrs. Hooker’s and found all