I. His approbation was my delight; his disapproval, my regret....  That each and all of you may strive to be to the injustice of your day and generation what he was to that of his, is the best wish—­the best aspiration—­I can offer.  Blessed are you indeed, that you mourn so true, so noble, so grand a man as your loved and loving father.

In her diary that night she wrote:  “I sent a letter, but how paltry it seemed compared to what was in my heart.  Why can I not put my thought into words?”

The last of May she went home, having lectured and worked every day since the previous October.  She records with much delight that she has now snugly tucked away in bank $4,500, the result of her last two lecture seasons.  During the one just closed she spoke 140 nights, besides attending various conventions.  This bank account did not represent all she had earned, for she always gave with a lavish hand.  How much she has given never can be known, but in the year 1879, for instance, one friend acknowledges the receipt of $50 to enable her to buy a dress and other articles so that she can attend the Washington convention.  Another writes:  “I have just learned that the $25 you handed me to pay my way home from the meeting had been given you to pay your own.”  To an old and faithful fellow-worker, now in California, she sends by express a warm flannel wrapper.  There is scarcely a month which does not record some gift varying from $100 in value down to a trinket for remembrance.  Each year she contributed $100 to the suffrage work, besides many smaller sums at intervals, and the account-books show that her benefactions were many.  She never spared money if an end were to be accomplished, and never failed to keep an engagement, no matter at what risk or expense.  On several occasions she chartered an engine, even though the cost was more than she would receive for the lecture.  As she was now approaching her sixtieth birthday, relatives and friends were most anxious that she should lay aside part of her earnings for a time when even her indomitable spirit might have to succumb to physical weakness, but she herself never seemed to feel any anxiety as to the future.

Notwithstanding her own disastrous experiment, Miss Anthony never ceased to desire a woman’s paper, one which not only should present the questions relating directly to women but should be edited and controlled entirely by women, and discuss all the issues of the day.  Scattered through the correspondence of years are letters on this subject, either wanting to resurrect The Revolution or to start a new paper.  At intervals some wealthy woman would seem half-inclined to advance money for the purpose and then hope would be revived, only to be again destroyed.  During the summer of 1872 a clever journalist, Mrs. Helen Barnard, had edited a paper called the Woman’s Campaign, supported by Republican funds.  Miss Anthony had hoped to convert this into her ideal paper after the election, and spent considerable time in