After my first experience as a manager with Ann Eliza Young and my joining the Redpath Lyceum Bureau, the field enlarged quite as rapidly as was desirable. Boston remained the headquarters, for the New England States maintained very largely the older lyceum courses and organizations. Women speakers were notably in demand, quite in contrast with the public requirements of later years. The suffrage agitation held place in the North with anti-slavery discussions and correlative topics. It was the twin sister of the temperance movement which Gough so graphically and eloquently presented, and there were strong personalities among the women lecturers. Their cause commanded, in days of public scorn and denial, the splendid service of orators like Wendell Phillips, Frederick Douglass, and George William Curtis, as well as scholars and speakers like Higginson, Hale, and others whose names come to me in crowding memories. But their most efficient arguments for mental, civic, and industrial equality were always best illustrated in the person and speech of their own brilliant agitators: Lucy Stone, the incomparable Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and a score and more of others. There were many able women of letters and art, too; among others, Julia Ward Howe, Mary A. Livermore, Mrs. Scott Siddons, Clara Barton, Charlotte Cushman, Helen Potter, Clara Louise Kellogg, Annie Louise Gary, and Mary Proctor. Susan B. Anthony is one of the best-known women of our times and one of our ablest women orators. She will occupy in the history of the Woman’s Rights movement the same position that William Lloyd Garrison held in the history of the anti-slavery movement--the position of a sincere pioneer whose fidelity to principle and tenacity of purpose never faltered or failed. She deserves a place in the foremost ranks of the champions of her sex, for she has given her whole life and her whole heart to the work. It seems probable that these veteran women may live to see the triumph of their cause. [Illustration] Miss Anthony is now eighty years young, and her vigor of youth is constantly growing. To show that there is no rivalry between her and Mrs. Stanton, the two great champions of woman’s rights, I submit the following tribute from Mrs. Stanton to her life-long friend on her eightieth birthday: I. My honored friend, I’ll ne’er forget, That day in June, when first we met: Oh! would I had the skill to paint My vision of that “Quaker Saint”: Robed in pale blue and silver gray, No silly fashions did she essay: Her brow so smooth and fair, ’Neath coils of soft brown hair: Her voice was like the lark, so clear, So rich, and pleasant to the ear: The “‘Prentice hand,” on man oft tried, Now made in her the Nation’s pride! II.