My first impulse was to start for Wilmington, and be present at
    his funeral; but when I considered my work here, and my
    engagements for the next four days, I found it impossible to go.

I will be there in spirit, and bow my inmost soul before the All Loving One, his Father and ours, in humble thankfulness, that I ever knew him, and had the privilege of enjoying his friendship and witnessing his devotion, to the interest of every good cause of benevolence and Reform.

I could write you many things of interest which I heard from him, and which I have noted on my memory and heart; but I cannot now.  I think he was one of the remarkable men of the times, in faith, in holy boldness, in fearless devotion to the right, in uncompromising integrity, in unselfish benevolence, in love to God and man, and in unceasing, life-long efforts to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God.  We shall not soon look upon his like again.

If I was present at his funeral, I should take it as a privilege to pronounce his name, and say, as I never said before, “Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord; even so saith the Spirit; for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them.”

Do, at once, see his children and Clarkson Taylor, and give them my condolence, no, my congratulation, and assure them that they have a rich legacy in his noble life, and he has a glorious reward in the bosom of God.

Peace to his memory!  Noble old man, so pure and peaceful, and yet so strong, firm, and fearless, so gentle, tender, and truthful, afraid and ashamed of nothing but sin, and in love and labor with every good work.

    I could write on and fill many pages.  But he desired no eulogy,
    and needs none.  He lives, and will live for ever in many hearts
    and in the heaven of heavens above.

    T. ISRAEL.

If it were necessary we might continue to introduce scores of editorials, communications, epistles, etc., all breathing a similar spirit of respect for the rare worth of this wonderful man, but space forbids.  In conclusion, therefore, with a view of presenting him in the light of his own interesting letters, written when absorbed in his peculiar work, from a large number on file the following are submitted: 

    WILMINGTON, 11th mo. 21st, 1855.

ESTEEMED FRIEND, WM. STILL:—­Thine of this date, inquiring for the twenty-one, and how they have been disposed of, has just been received.  I can only answer by saying, when I parted with them yesterday forenoon, I gave the wife of the person, in whose house they were, money to pay her expenses to Philadelphia and back in the cars to pilot the four women to thy place.  I gave her husband money to pay a pilot to start yesterday with the ten men, divided in two gangs; also a letter for thee.  I hope they have