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| 744 THE UNDERGROUND RAIL ROAD. ness in essentials could exist •without the least asceticism in trifles. Anything but a Simeon Stylites in his sainthood, he could go among ' publicans and sinners' without the least fear of being mistaken by them for one of themselves. An influence radiated from him that made itself felt ill every company, though he would very likely be the most modest man present. More gentlemanly manners and address no court in Christendom need require; his resolute simplicity and candor, always under the guidance of a delicate taste, never for a moment degenerated into coarseness or disregard even of the prejudices of others. His life, even in these minute particulars, showed how the whole man is harmonized by the sense of being 'Ever in tho Great Taskmaster's eye.' " He died on the 7th of May, 1852, in his eighty-first year, and a public funeral in tho Tabernacle brought together thousands desirous of showing respect to his memory." Mrs. Child bas written a full, and in many respects, an exceedingly interesting biography of the subject of this memoir, towards the close of which she savs: " From the numerous notices in papers of all parties and sects, I will merely quote the following. 'The New York Observer' thus announces his death: "' The venerable Isaac T. Hopper, whose "placid, benevolent face has so long irradiated almost every public meeting for doing good, and whose name, influence, and labors, have been devoted with an apostolic simplicity and constancy to humanity, died on Friday last, at an advanced age. He was a Quaker of that early sort illustrated by such philanthropists as Anthony Benezet, Thomas Clarkson, Mrs. Fry, and the like. " ' He was a most self-denying, 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 |