patient, loving friend of the poor, and the suffering of every kind; and his life was an unbroken history of beneficence.  Thousands of hearts will feel a touch of grief at the news of his death; for few men have so large a wealth in the blessings of the poor, and the grateful remembrance of kindness and benevolence, as he.’

    “‘The New York Times’ contained the following: 

“’Most of our readers will call to mind, in connection with the name of Isaac T. Hopper, the compact, well-knit figure of a Quaker gentleman, apparently about sixty years of age, dressed in drab or brown clothes of the plainest cut, and bearing on his handsome, manly face the impress of that benevolence with which his whole heart was filled.

“’He was twenty years older than he seemed.  The fountain of benevolence within freshened his old age with its continuous flow.  The step of the octogenarian was elastic as that of a boy, his form erect as a mountain pine.

“’His whole physique was a splendid sample of nature’s handiwork.  We see him now with our mind’s eye, but with the eye of flesh we shall see him no more.  Void of intentional offence to God or man, his spirit has joined its happy kindred in a world where there is neither sorrow nor perplexity.’

    “I sent the following communication to ‘The New York Tribune’: 

“In this world of shadows, few things strengthen the soul like seeing the calm and cheerful exit of a truly good man; and this has been my privilege by the bedside of Isaac T. Hopper.

“He was a man of remarkable endowments, both of head and heart.  His clear discrimination, his unconquerable will, his total unconsciousness of fear, his extraordinary tact in circumventing plans he wished to frustrate, would have made him illustrious as the general of an army; and these qualities might have become faults, if they had not been balanced by an unusual degree of conscientiousness and benevolence.  He battled courageously, not from ambition, but from an inborn love of truth.  He circumvented as adroitly as the most practiced politician; but it was always to defeat the plans of those who oppressed God’s poor; never to advance his own self-interest.

“’Few men have been more strongly attached to any religious society than he was to the Society of Friends, which he joined in the days of its purity, impelled by his own religious convictions.  But when the time came that he must either be faithless to duty in the cause of his enslaved brethren, or part company with the Society to which he was bound by the strong and sacred ties of early religious feeling, this sacrifice he also calmly laid on the altar of humanity.

“’During nine years that I lived in his household, my respect and affection for him continually increased.  Never have I seen a man who so completely fulfilled