nigh:  but he knew and felt it, with more composure than his friends could summon.  It might well be said of this our beloved patriarch, that his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated.  To the last of his daily journeyings through the city, for which he generally used the rail road, he would never allow the drivers to stop for him to get on or off the car, feeling, as he used smilingly to observe, ‘very jealous on that point.’  Few ever passed him in the street without asking who he was; for not only did his primitive dress, his broad-brimmed hat, and his antique shoe buckles attract attention, but the beauty and benevolence of his face was sure to fix the eye of ordinary discernment.  He was a living temperance lecture, and those who desire to preserve good looks could not ask a more infallible receipt, than that sweet temper and out-flowing benevolence which made his countenance please every eye.  Gay and cheerful as a boy, he had ever some pleasant anecdote or amusing turn to relate, and in all perhaps not one without a moral bearing, not thrust forward, but left to be picked out by the hearer at his leisure.  He seemed born to show how great strictness 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 in 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 the Great Taskmaster’s eye.’

    “He died on the 7th of May, 1852, in his eighty-first year, and
    a public funeral in the Tabernacle brought together thousands
    desirous of showing respect to his memory.”

Mrs. Child has written a full, and in many respects, an exceedingly interesting biography of the subject of this memoir, towards the close of which she says: 

    “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,