of men, and the gentlest of spirits.  There was no form of human suffering that did not touch his heart; but his abounding sympathy was especially drawn out towards the poor, imbruted slaves of the plantation, and such of their number as sought their freedom by flight.  The thousands that passed safely through his hands, on their way to Canada and the North, will never forget his fatherly solicitude for their welfare, or the dangers he unflinchingly encountered in their behalf.  Stripped of all his property under the Fugitive Slave law, for giving them food, shelter, and assistance to continue their flight, he knew not what it was to be intimidated or disheartened, but gave himself to the same blessed work as though conscious of no loss.  Great-hearted philanthropist, what heroism could exceed thy own?

      “For, while the jurist sitting with the slave-whip o’er him swung,
      From the tortured truths of freedom the lie of slavery wrung,
      And the solemn priest to Moloch, on each God-deserted shrine,
      Broke the bondman’s heart for bread, poured the bondman’s blood
                for wine—­
      While the multitude in blindness to a far-off Saviour knelt,
      And spurned, the while, the temple where a present Saviour dwelt;
      Thou beheld’st Him in the task-field, in the prison shadow dim,
      And thy mercy to the bondman, it was mercy unto Him!”

    I trust some one, well qualified to execute the pleasing task,
    will write his biography for the grand lessons his life
    inculcated.  Yours, in full sympathy and trust,

    WM. LLOYD GARRISON.

A contemporary who had known him long and intimately—­who had appreciated his devotion to freedom, who had shared with him some of the perils consequent upon aiding the fleeing fugitives, and who belonged to the race with whom Garrett sympathized, and for whose elevation and freedom he labored so assiduously with an overflowing heart of tender regard and sympathy—­penned the following words, touching the sad event: 

    CHATHAM, C.W., January 30, 1871.

To MR. HENRY GARRETT:—­Dear Sir:—­I have just heard, through the kindness of my friend, Mrs. Graves, of the death of your dear father; the intelligence makes me feel sad and sorrowful; I sincerely sympathize with you and all your brothers and sisters, in your mournful bereavement; but you do not mourn without hope, for you have an assurance in his death that your loss is his infinite gain.  For he was a good Christian, a good husband, a good father, a good citizen, and a truly good Samaritan, for his heart, his hand and his purse, were ever open to the wants of suffering humanity, wherever he found it; irrespective of the country, religion, or complexion of the sufferer.  Hence there are many more who mourn his loss, as well as yourselves; and I know, verily, that many a silent tear was shed by his fellow-citizens,