There is something humorously pathetic in the death of the Revolution 杢hat firstborn of Miss Anthony. Mrs. Laura Curtis Bullard generously assumed the care of the troublesome child， and， in order to make the adoption legal， gave the usual consideration杘ne dollar. The very night of the transfer Miss Anthony went to Rochester with the dollar in her pocket， and the little change left after purchasing her ticket. She arrived safely with her debts， but nothing more杊er pocket had been picked！ Oh， thief， could you but know what value of faithful work you purloined！
From the close of the year 1876 Miss Anthony's accounts showed favorable signs as to the credit column. Indeed， at the end of five years there was a solid balance of several thousand dollars earned on lecturing tours.
But alas！ the accounts grow dim again杋n fact the credit column fades away.
"The History of Woman Suffrage" ruthlessly swallowed up every vestige of Miss Anthony's bank account. But， in 1886， by the will of Mrs. Eddy， daughter of Francis Jackson of Boston， Miss Anthony received twenty-four thousand dollars for the Woman's Suffrage Movement， which lifted her out of debt once more.
In vain will you search these telltale books for evidence of personal extravagance； for， although Miss Anthony thinks it true economy to buy the best， her tastes are ******. Is there not something very touching in the fact that she never bought a book or picture for her own enjoyment？
The meager personal balance-sheets show four lapses from discipline，杔apses that she even now regards as ruthless extravagance，杤iz.： the purchase of two inexpensive brooches， a much needed watch， and a pair of cuffs to match a point-lace collar presented by a friend. Those interested in Miss Anthony's personal appearance long ago ceased to trust her with the purchase-money for any ornament； for， however firm her resolution to comply with their wish， the check invariably found its way to the credit column of those little cash-books as "money received for the cause." Now， reader， you have been admitted to a private view of Miss Anthony's financial records， and you can appreciate her devotion to an idea. Do you not agree with me that a "bread-winner" can be a conscientious reformer？
In finishing this sketch of the most intimate friend I have had for the past forty-five years，杦ith whom I have spent weeks and months under the same roof，朓 can truly say that she is the most upright， courageous， self-sacrificing， magnanimous human being I have ever known. I have seen her beset on every side with the most petty annoyances， ridiculed and misrepresented， slandered and persecuted； I have known women refuse to take her extended hand； women to whom she presented copies of "The History of Woman Suffrage，" return it unnoticed； others to keep it without one word of acknowledgment； others to write most insulting letters in answer to hers of affectionate conciliation. And yet， under all the cross-fires incident to a reform， never has her hope flagged， her self-respect wavered， or a feeling of resentment shadowed her mind. Oftentimes， when I have been sorely discouraged， thinking that the prolonged struggle was a waste of force which in other directions might be rich in achievement， with her sublime faith in humanity， she would breathe into my soul renewed inspiration， saying， "Pity rather than blame those who persecute us." So closely interwoven have been our lives， our purposes， and experiences that， separated， we have a feeling of incompleteness杣nited， such strength of self-assertion that no ordinary obstacles， difficulties， or dangers ever appear to us insurmountable. Reviewing the life of Susan B. Anthony， I ever liken her to the Doric column in Grecian architecture， so simply， so grandly she stands， free from every extraneous ornament， supporting her one vast idea杢he enfranchisement of woman.
As our estimate of ourselves and our friendship may differ somewhat from that taken from an objective point of view， I will give an extract from what our common friend Theodore Tilton wrote of us in 1868：
"Miss Susan B. Anthony， a well-known， indefatigable， and lifelong advocate of temperance， anti-slavery， and woman's rights， has been， since 1851， Mrs. Stanton's intimate associate in reformatory labors. These celebrated women are of about equal age， but of the most opposite characteristics， and illustrate the theory of counterparts in affection by entertaining for each other a friendship of extraordinary strength.
"Mrs. Stanton is a fine writer， but a poor executant； Miss Anthony is a thorough manager， but a poor writer. Both have large brains and great hearts； neither has any selfish ambition for celebrity； but each vies with the other in a noble enthusiasm for the cause to which they are devoting their lives.
"Nevertheless， to describe them critically， I ought to say that， opposites though they be， each does not so much supplement the other's deficiencies as augment the other's eccentricities. Thus they often stimulate each other's aggressiveness， and， at the same time， diminish each other's discretion.
"But， whatever may be the imprudent utterances of the one or the impolitic methods of the other， the animating motives of both are evermore as white as the light. The good that they do is by design； the harm by accident.
These two women， sitting together in their parlors， have， for the last thirty years， been diligent forgers of all manner of projectiles， from fireworks to thunderbolts， and have hurled them with unexpected explosion into the midst of all manner of educational， reformatory， religious， and political assemblies； sometimes to the pleasant surprise and half welcome of the members， more often to the bewilderment and prostration of numerous victims； and， in a few signal instances， to the gnashing of angry men's teeth. I know of no two more pertinacious incendiaries in the whole country.
Nor will they themselves deny the charge. In fact this noise-****** twain are the two sticks of a drum， keeping up what Daniel Webster called 'The rub-a-dub of agitation.'"
