is thus described:  “First thing in the morning, dripping sheet; pack at 10 o’clock for forty-five minutes, come out of that and take a shower, followed by a sitz bath, with a pail of water at 75 deg. poured over the shoulders, after which dry sheet and then, brisk exercise.  At 4 P.M. the programme repeated, and then again at 9 P.M.  My day is so cut up with four baths, four dressings and undressings, four exercisings, one drive and three eatings, that I do not have time to put two thoughts together.”  Miss Anthony recovered her health, either as a result of the treatment or of the rest and the long rides which she took daily with her cousin as he made his round of visits.  While he was indoors she sat in the chaise enjoying the sunshine and fresh air and reading some interesting book.  The journal shows that during the fall she read Sartor Resartus, Consuelo, bits from Gerald Massey, Villette, Gaskell’s Life of Charlotte Bronte, Corinne, and a number of other works.  Dr. Rogers, the intimate friend of Thoreau and Emerson, was a cultured gentleman, liberal in his views, strong in his opinions, yet tender, sympathetic and companionable.  Many of his beautiful letters to Miss Anthony have been preserved.  In speaking of political cowardice and corruption, he says:  “Were it not for the thunder and lightning of the Garrisonians to purify the moral atmosphere, we would all sink into perdition together.”  His love of liberty is thus expressed: 

I believe in the absolute freedom of every human being so long as the rights of others are left undisturbed.  Conformity too often cuts down our stature and makes us Lilliputians, no longer units but unities.  Help me to stand alone and I will help you to right the universe.  Better, a thousand times better, that societies, friendships even, never were formed, that we all were Robinson Crusoes, than that the terrible tragedy of soul-annihilation through conformity be so conspicuous in the drama of human life.  How many wives do you see who are not acting this tragedy?  How many husbands who do not applaud?  Hence degeneracy after marriage, more directly of the wife than the husband, but too often of both.

As soon as Miss Anthony reached home, the last of November, she began preparing for another winter campaign in the interest of the petitions, and also for a course of lectures to be given in Rochester by the prominent men of the day.  Lucy Stone wrote her at this time:  “Your letter full of plans reaches me here.  I wish I lived near enough to catch some of your magnetism.  For the first time in my life I feel, day after day, completely discouraged.  When my Harry sent your letter to me he said, ‘Susan wants you to write a tract, and I say, Amen.’  When I go home I will see whether I have any faith in nay power to do it....  Susan, don’t you lecture this winter on pain of my everlasting displeasure.  I am going to retire from the field; and if you go to work too soon and kill yourself, the two wheelhorses will be gone and then the chariot will stop.”