The numerous instances of respectability among the colored people were doubtless to be attributed in part to the protecting influence extended over them by the Quakers.  But even in those days, the Society of Friends were by no means all free from prejudice against color; and in later times, I think they have not proved themselves at all superior to other sects in their feelings and practice on this subject.  Friend Hopper, Joseph Carpenter, and the few who resemble them in this respect, are exceptions to the general character of modern Quakers, not the rule. The following very characteristic anecdote shows how completely Isaac was free from prejudice on account of complexion.  It is an unusual thing to see a colored Quaker; for the African temperament is fervid and impressible, and requires more exciting forms of religion.  David Maps and his wife, a very worthy couple, were the only colored members of the Yearly Meeting to which Isaac T. Hopper belonged.  On the occasion of the annual gathering in Philadelphia, they came with other members of the Society to share the hospitality of his house.  A question arose in the family whether Friends of white complexion would object to eating with them.  “Leave that to me,” said the master of the household.  Accordingly when the time arrived, he announced it thus:  “Friends, dinner is now ready.  David Maps and his wife will come with me; and as I like to have all accommodated, those who object to dining with them can wait till they have done.”  The guests smiled, and all seated themselves at the table.

The conscientiousness so observable in several anecdotes of Isaac’s boyhood was strikingly manifested in his treatment of a colored printer, named Kane.  This man was noted for his profane swearing.  Friend Hopper had expostulated with him concerning this bad habit, without producing the least effect.  One day, he encountered him in the street, pouring forth a volley of terrible oaths, enough to make one shudder.  Believing him incurable by gentler means, he took him before a magistrate, who fined him for blasphemy.

He did not see the man again for a long time; but twenty years afterward, when he was standing at his door, Kane passed by.  The Friend’s heart was touched by his appearance; for he looked old, feeble, and poor.  He stepped out, shook hands with him, and said in kindly tones, “Dost thou remember me, and how I caused thee to be fined for swearing?”

“Yes, indeed I do,” he replied.  “I remember how many dollars I paid, as well as if it were but yesterday.”

“Did it do thee any good;” inquired Friend Hopper.

“Never a bit,” answered he.  “It only made me mad to have my money taken from me.”

The poor man was invited to walk into the house.  The interest was calculated on the fine, and every cent repaid to him.  “I meant it for thy good,” said the benevolent Quaker; “and I am sorry that I only provoked thee.”  Kane’s countenance changed at once, and tears began to flow.  He took the money with many thanks, and was never again heard to swear.