lishing slavery. We have undertaken
to canvass the nation for freedom. Women, you can not vote or fight
for your country. Your only way to be a power in the government is
through the exercise of this one, sacred, constitutional "right of
petition;" and we ask you to use it now to the utmost. Go to the
rich, the poor, the high, the low, the soldier, the civilian, the
white, the black--gather up the names of all who hate slavery, all
who love liberty, and would have it the law of the land, and lay
them at the feet of Congress, your silent but potent vote for human
freedom guarded by law....

Every day and every hour were given to the Loyal League. All through
the hot summer Miss Anthony remained at her post in Cooper Institute,
scattering her letters far and wide, pushing into the field every woman
who was willing to work, sending out lecturers to stir up the people,
directing affairs with the sagacity of an experienced general, sparing
no one who could be pressed into service, and herself least of all. On
July 15, during the New York Draft Riots, she writes home: "These are
terrible times. The Colored Orphan Asylum which was burned was but one
block from Mrs. Stanton's, and all of us left the house on Monday
night. Yesterday when I started for Cooper Institute I found the cars
and stages had been stopped by the mob and I could not get to the
office. I took the ferry and went to Flushing to stay with my cousin,
but found it in force there. We all arose and dressed in the middle of
the night, but it was finally gotten under control."

Miss Anthony had many heartaches during these trying times and longed
more and more for that strength which had been taken from her forever.
Writing to her mother of her brother Daniel R.'s election as mayor of
Leavenworth, Kan., she says: "O, how has our dear father's face flitted
before me as I have thought what his happiness would have been over
this honor. Last night when my head was on my pillow, I seemed to be in
the old carriage jogging homeward with him, while he happily recounted
D.R.'s qualifications for this high post and accepted his election as
the triumph of the opposition to rebels and slaveholders. Every day I
appreciate more fully father's desire for justice to every human being,
the lowest and blackest as well as the highest and whitest, and my
constant prayer is to be a worthy daughter."

On the anniversary of his death she writes again