Mr.Stanton was then in his prime, a fine-looking, affable young man, with remarkable conversational talent, and was ten years my senior, with the advantage that number of years necessarily gives.
Two carriage-loads of ladies and gentlemen drove off every morning, sometimes ten miles, to one of these conventions, returning late at night.

I shall never forget those charming drives over the hills in Madison County, the bright autumnal days, and the bewitching moonlight nights.

The enthusiasm of the people in these great meetings, the thrilling oratory, and lucid arguments of the speakers, all conspired to make these days memorable as among the most charming in my life.

It seemed to me that I never had so much happiness crowded into one short month.

I had become interested in the anti-slavery and temperance questions, and was deeply impressed with the appeals and arguments.