The good man intended no disrespect, as he told me afterward.

He simply put the whole argument in a nutshell: "Let a woman do whatever she can." With these new duties and interests, and a broader outlook on human life, my petty domestic annoyances gradually took a subordinate place.
Now I began to write articles for the press, letters to conventions held in other States, and private letters to friends, to arouse them to thought on this question.
The pastor of the Presbyterian Church, Mr.Bogue, preached several sermons on Woman's Sphere, criticising the action of the conventions in Seneca Falls and Rochester.

Elizabeth McClintock and I took notes and answered him in the county papers.

Gradually we extended our labors and attacked our opponents in the New York _Tribune_, whose columns were open to us in the early days, Mr.Greeley being, at that time, one of our most faithful champions.
In answering all the attacks, we were compelled to study canon and civil law, constitutions, Bibles, science, philosophy, and history, sacred and profane.

Now my mind, as well as my hands, was fully occupied, and instead of mourning, as I had done, over what I had lost in leaving Boston, I tried in every way to make the most of life in Seneca Falls.
Seeing that elaborate refreshments prevented many social gatherings, I often gave an evening entertainment without any.