ing at the Windsor, visiting the grand cathedrals and
enjoying the glorious view from the summit of the Royal mountain. Then
they journeyed to the Berkshire hills and enjoyed many visits with the
numerous relatives scattered throughout that region. At Brooklyn they
were the guests of the cousins Lucien and Ellen Hoxie Squier.

Early in July Miss Anthony had accepted an invitation to address the
Seidl Club, who were to give a luncheon at Brighton Beach, the
fashionable resort on Coney Island. The invitation had been extended
through Mrs. Laura C. Holloway, one of the editorial staff of the
Brooklyn Eagle and a valued friend of many years' standing, who wrote:
"Not nearly all our members are suffragists, but all of them honor you
as a great and noble representative of the sex. You can do more good by
meeting this body of musical and literary women than by addressing a
dozen out-and-out suffrage meetings. You will find many old friends to
greet you, and a loving and proud welcome from yours devotedly." She
addressed the club August 30, after an elegant luncheon served to 300
members and guests. She selected for her subject, "Woman's Need of
Pecuniary Independence," and her remarks were received with much
enthusiasm. "Broadbrim's" New York letter thus describes the occasion:

The Seidl Club had an elegant time down at Coney Island this week,
and dear old Susan B. Anthony addressed the members, many of whom
are among the representative women of the land. It was the custom
in years gone by for a lot of paper-headed ninnies, who write cheap
jokes about mothers-in-law, to fire their paper bullets at Susan B.
She has lived to see about one-half of them go down to drunkard's
graves, and the other half are either dead or forgotten, while she
today stands as one of the brightest, cheeriest women, young or
old, to be found in our own or any other land. What a tremendous
battle she has fought, what a blameless life she has led, rejoicing
in the strength which enabled her to mingle with the weak and
erring of her sex when necessary without even the smell of smoke on
her garments. She made an address, and what an address it was, with
more good, sound, hard sense in it than you would find in fifty
congressional speeches, and how the women applauded her till they
made the roof ring! Susan B. Anthony was by all odds the lioness of
the day.

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