rights evidently means to include women, and Wilson’s letter openly and boldly declares the new mission of Republicanism.  I, therefore, now expect to take the field—­the stump, if you please to call it so—­for the Republican party, but not because of any of its nineteen planks save the fourteenth, which makes mention of woman, although faintly.  It is “the promise of things not seen,” hence I shall clutch it as the drowning man the floating straw, and cling to it until something stronger and surer shall present itself.  It is a great step to get this first recognition; it carries the discussion of our question legitimately into every school district and every ward meeting of the presidential canvass.  It is what my soul has waited for these seven years.  From this we shall go rapidly onward.

Miss Anthony and Mrs. Hooker attended the National Democratic Convention at Baltimore, July 9.  The latter some time before had repudiated her life-long allegiance to the Republican party, because of its treatment of woman’s claims, and had declared her belief that their only chance was with the Democrats.  The Baltimore Sun thus describes an interview in the corridor between the Hon. James R. Doolittle, president of the convention, and Miss Anthony and Mrs. Hooker:  “Mr. Doolittle’s erect and commanding figure was set off to great advantage by his elegantly-fitting dress-coat; Mrs. Hooker, tall and erect as the lord of creation she was bearding, with her abundant tresses of beautiful gray and her intellectual, sparkling eyes; Miss Anthony, the peer of both in height, with her gold spectacles set forward on a nose which would have delighted Napoleon; the two ladies attired in rich black silk—­the attention of the few who lingered was at once attracted to the picture.”  But Mr. Doolittle justified his name, as far as extending any assistance was concerned, and the ladies had not even seats on the platform.

As an example of the way in which the politicians tried not to do it and yet seem to sufficiently to secure such small influence as the women might possess, may be quoted a letter from Hon. John Cochran, of New York City, to Mrs. Stanton, his cousin:  “I think Baltimore should speak on the subject.  I am sorry Cincinnati did not.  Any baby could say that fourteenth formula in the Philadelphia platform; but I would say something more if I said anything at all.  Come, see if you can rig up this shaky plank and give something not quite suffrage, but so like it that all the female Sampsons will vote that it is good.”  The Baltimore convention, however, could not be induced to adopt even a rickety plank which might fool the women.  Miss Anthony writes in her diary:  “The Democrats have swallowed Cincinnati, hoofs, horns and all.  No hope for women here.”