t for the first time "Catherine Cole," of the editorial staff, and
Mrs. Eliza J. Nicholson, owner and manager of the Picayune. The latter
presented her with an Indian basket filled to overflowing with orange
blossoms, and this tribute was paid in her paper:

THE APOSTLE OF WOMAN'S RIGHTS.--Miss Susan B. Anthony has made a
most favorable impression upon the New Orleans public, and has by
her gentleness and courtesy won many friends for herself and her
cause. She came here a total stranger, and recognized the fact that
there were many who did not approve of her or her doctrines. She
has been sincere, truly polite and simply womanly in all her
dealings with the southern people, and by these very qualities has
commanded the respectful esteem of all. Miss Anthony has not
striven to make herself "solid" with the people who give the best
dinners.... The workingwoman, the unfashionable woman, have been
made as heartily welcome as the leader of society; and for their
appreciation they have been repaid by the friendship and esteem of
one of the grandest old maids that ever lived.

The Times-Democrat and Daily States also gave full and favorable reports
of her visit and lectures. The two weeks allowed for this holiday sped
quickly away and Miss Anthony left for the North on March 20, laden with
luncheon, flowers and many tokens of affection from the women of New
Orleans. At Marshall, Tex., she dined with President and Mrs. Culver, of
Bishops' University, and reached St. Louis Sunday evening, where she was
the guest of her nephew, Arthur A. Mosher, and his wife. The next four
or five weeks were spent in the lecture field at hard work, under the
management of the Slayton Bureau. In answer to her letter of regret at
not meeting Mrs. J. Ellen Foster at an Iowa convention, as she had
requested, Mrs. Foster wrote: "I was sorry enough not to see you but I
gave the people your message in the evening. Dear soul, how long you
have stood for the truth delivered unto you! God bless your words and
works. I do not see creeds and dogmas just as you see them, I do not
believe in all that you do, but I believe in you!"

The last of April came the long-expected summons to Boston to receive
the legacy of Mrs. Eddy, the courts having sustained the will. While
eastward bound, crossing the State of Illinois, newspapers were brought
on the train announcing the death of Grant, and she writ