tter circumstances
for women. Now, friends, don't expect me to make any proper
acknowledgments for such a demonstration as has been made here
tonight. I can not; I am overwhelmed."

As the association wished to continue Mrs. Stanton at the head, they
created the office of vice-president-at-large and elected Miss Anthony
to fill it. Senator Sargent's term having expired, he returned with his
family to San Francisco, and Mrs. Jane H. Spofford was elected national
treasurer in place of Mrs. Sargent, who had served so acceptably for
six years. Her return to California was deeply regretted by Miss
Anthony. From the time of their first acquaintance, on that long
snow-bound journey in 1871, they had been devoted friends, and on all
her annual trips to Washington she was a guest at the spacious and
comfortable home of the Sargents. The senator always was a true and
consistent friend of suffrage, and frequently said to Miss Anthony:
"Tell my wife what you want done and, if she indorses it, I will try to
bring it about." Mrs. Sargent was of a serene, philosophical nature,
with an unwavering faith in the evolution of humanity into a broader
and better life. She was thoroughly without personal ends to serve,
ready to receive new ideas and those who brought them, weigh them
carefully in her well-balanced mind and pronounce the judgment which
was usually correct. The closing of their Washington house was a severe
loss to the many who had enjoyed their free and gracious hospitality.

On May 24, 1879, Miss Anthony received notice of the death of her old
and revered fellow-laborer, Wm. Lloyd Garrison. She could not attend
the funeral but wrote at once, saying in part:

The telegrams of the last few days had prepared us for this
morning's tidings that your dear father and humanity's devoted
friend had passed on to the beyond, where so many of his brave
co-workers had gone before; and where his devoted life-companion,
your precious mother, awaited his coming.... It is impossible for
me to express my feelings of love and respect, of honor and
gratitude, for the life, the words, the works, of your father; but
you all know, I trust, that few mortals had greater veneration for
him than 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--