One of the Southerners repeated the word “Brother!” in a very sneering tone.

“Yes,” rejoined Friend Hopper, “I said brother.”

He returned to his store, but was soon summoned into the street again, by a complaint that the constable and his troop of slaveholders were very roughly handling a colored man, saying he had no business to keep in their vicinity.  When Friend Hopper interfered, to prevent further abuse, several of the Southerners pointed bowie-knives and pistols at him.  He told the constable it was his duty, as a police-officer, to arrest those men for carrying deadly weapons and making such a turmoil in the street; and he threatened to complain of him if he did not do it.  He complied very reluctantly, and of course the culprits escaped before they reached the police-office.

A few days after, as young Mr. Hopper was walking up Chatham-street, on his way home in the evening, some unknown person came behind him, knocked him down, and beat him in a most savage manner, so that he was unable to leave his room for many days.  No doubt was entertained that this brutal attack was by one of the company who were on the search for Judge Chinn’s slave.

It was afterward rumored that the fugitive had arrived safely in Canada.  I never heard that he returned to the happy condition of slavery; though his master predicted that he would do so, and said he never would have been so foolish as to leave it, if it had not been for the false representations of abolitionists.

In 1836, the hatred which Southerners bore to Friend Hopper’s name was manifested in a cruel and altogether unprovoked outrage on his son, which caused the young man a great deal of suffering, and well nigh cost him his life.  John Hopper, Esq., now a lawyer in the city of New-York, had occasion to go to the South on business.  He remained in Charleston about two months, during which time he was treated with courtesy in his business relations, and received many kind attentions in the intercourse of social life.  One little incident that occurred during his visit illustrates the tenacious attachment of Friends to their own mode of worship.  When he left home, his father had exhorted him to attend Friends’ meeting while he was in Charleston.  He told him that a meeting had been established there many years ago, but he supposed there were not half a dozen members remaining, and probably they had no ministry; for the original settlers had died, or left Carolina on account of their testimony against slavery.  But as Quakers believe that silent worship is often more blessed to the soul, than the most eloquent preaching, he had a strong desire that his son should attend the meeting constantly, even if he found but two or three to unite with him.  The young man promised that he would do so.  Accordingly, when he arrived in Charleston, he inquired for the meeting-house, and was informed that it was well nigh deserted.  On the first day of the week, he went to the place