hand.

The guests began to arrive at 8:30 o'clock and continued to come in
a steady stream for two hours thereafter. Miss Anthony stood at the
western end of the large room and around her were gathered the
reception committee, composed of representatives from each of the
woman's clubs in the city. The guests formed in line as they
entered and each in succession took the hand of Miss Anthony. She
greeted every one cordially and had a pleasant word for each. In
one hand she held a beautiful bouquet of white and yellow roses
sent by Miss Frances E. Willard.

There were more than Rochester's most distinguished citizens; hundreds
of the poor and the humble, a number of colored people, men and women in
all the walks of life, thronged the great hall surrounded with famous
paintings and radiant with electric lights, flowers and beautiful
costumes. They came to grasp the hand of one who had made no distinction
of race or rank or belief in her fifty years' work of uplifting all
humanity. If these had not been present, Miss Anthony would have felt
that her own city had not offered its full tribute of recognition.

At the Anthony home the day was a happy one. Rev. Anna Shaw came to help
celebrate. The house was filled with guests from out of town and many
callers, and the bell was ringing all day for telegrams, letters and
packages. There were potted plants and cut flowers, baskets of violets
and hyacinths, and great bunches of roses and carnations. Letters and
telegrams came from California and Massachusetts, and a number of States
between. Clubs of many descriptions sent messages, and even
Sunday-schools offered greetings. Mariana W. Chapman, president New York
State Suffrage Association, expressed the congratulations of that body,
and from all the National-American officers came words of appreciation.
Among these were the following from the national organizer, Carrie
Chapman Catt:

When a woman lives to be seventy-seven years old, having given a
whole half-century and more to the cause of human liberty, her age
becomes a crown of glory, before which every lover of progress bows
in acknowledgment. Such a woman is she whom we know as "Saint
Susan." Upon her birthday I have but one wish, and in this millions
of grateful American women join with me; may she live in health and
strength undiminished, until she witnesses the last woman in the
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