Miss Anthony and I went to Geneva the next day to visit Mrs. Miller and to meet， by appointment， Mrs. Eliza Osborne， the niece of Lucretia Mott， and eldest daughter of Martha C. Wright. We anticipated a merry meeting， but Miss Anthony and I were so tired that we no doubt appeared stupid.
In a letter to Mrs. Miller afterward， Mrs. Osborne inquired why I was "so solemn." As I pride myself on being impervious to fatigue or disease， I could not own up to any disability， so I turned the tables on her in the following letter： "NEW YORK， 26 WEST 61ST STREET， "November 12， 1891.
"DEAR ELIZA：
"In a recent letter to Mrs. Miller， speaking of the time when we last met， you say， 'Why was Mrs. Stanton so solemn？' to which I reply： Ever since an old German emperor issued an edict， ordering all the women under that flag to knit when walking on the highway， when selling apples in the market place， when sitting in the parks， because 'to keep women out of mischief their hands must be busy，' ever since I read that， I have felt 'solemn' whenever I have seen any daughters of our grand Republic knitting， tatting， embroidering， or occupied with any of the ten thousand digital absurdities that fill so large a place in the lives of Eve's daughters.
"Looking forward to the scintillations of wit， the philosophical researches， the historical traditions， the scientific discoveries， the astronomical explorations， the mysteries of theosophy， palmistry， mental science， the revelations of the unknown world where angels and devils do congregate， looking forward to discussions of all these grand themes， in meeting the eldest daughter of David and Martha Wright， the niece of Lucretia Mott， the sister-in-law of William Lloyd Garrison， a queenly-looking woman five feet eight in height， and well proportioned， with glorious black eyes， rivaling even De Staë；l's in power and pathos， one can readily imagine the disappointment I experienced when such a woman pulled a cotton wash rag from her pocket and forthwith began to knit with bowed head. Fixing her eyes and concentrating her thoughts on a rag one foot square； it was impossible for conversation to rise above the wash-rag level！ It was enough to make the most aged optimist 'solemn' to see such a wreck of glorious womanhood.
"And， still worse， she not only knit steadily， hour after hour， but she bestowed the sweetest words of encouragement on a young girl from the Pacific Coast， who was embroidering rosebuds on another rag， the very girl I had endeavored to rescue from the maelstrom of embroidery， by showing her the unspeakable folly of giving her optic nerves to such base uses， when they were designed by the Creator to explore the planetary world， with chart and compass to guide mighty ships across the sea， to lead the sons of Adam with divinest love from earth to heaven. Think of the great beseeching optic nerves and muscles by which we express our admiration of all that is good and glorious in earth and heaven， being concentrated on a cotton wash rag！ Who can wonder that I was 'solemn' that day！ I made my agonized protest on the spot， but it fell unheeded， and with satisfied sneer Eliza knit on， and the young Californian continued ****** the rosebuds.
I gazed into space， and， when alone， wept for my degenerate countrywoman.
I not only was 'solemn' that day， but I am profoundly 'solemn' whenever I think of that queenly woman and that cotton wash rag. (One can buy a whole dozen of these useful appliances， with red borders and fringed， for twenty-five cents.) Oh， Eliza， I beseech you， knit no more！ "Affectionately yours， "ELIZABETH CADY STANTON."
To this Mrs. Osborne sent the following reply：
"DEAR MRS. STANTON：
"In your skit Against your sisterhood who knit， Or useful make their fingers， I wonder if杁eny it not？
The habit of Lucretia Mott Within your memory lingers！
"In retrospective vision bright， Can you recall dear Martha Wright Without her work or knitting？
The needles flying in her hands， On washing rags or baby's bands， Or other work as fitting？
"I cannot think they thought the less， Or ceased the company to bless With conversation's riches， Because they thus improved their time， And never deemed it was a crime To fill the hours with stitches.
"They even used to preach and plan To spread the fashion， so that man Might have this satisfaction； Instead of idling as men do， With nervous meddling fingers too， Why not mate talk with action？
"But as a daughter and a niece， I pride myself on every piece Of handiwork created； While reveling in social chat， Or listening to gossip flat， My gain is unabated.
"That German emperor you scorn， Seems to my mind a monarch born， Worthy to lead a column； I'll warrant he could talk and work， And， neither being used to shirk， Was rarely very solemn.
"I could say more upon this head， But must， before I go to bed， Your idle precepts mocking， Get out my needle and my yarn And， caring not a single darn， Just finish up this stocking."
