believe is required at their hands; casting out their names as evil-doers for honestly endeavoring to support one of the most dignified testimonies ever given to the Society of Friends to hold up before a sinful world.  These reflections pained me deeply; for all the convictions of my soul, and all my early religious recollections, bind me fast to the principles of Friends; and I cannot but mourn to see how the world has shorn them of their strength.  I spent nearly a sleepless night, and was baptized with my tears.”

“In the morning, my mind was in some degree reassured with the hope that there are yet left, throughout the land, ’seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which has not kissed him;’ and that among these shall yet ’arise judges, as at the first, and counsellors, and lawgivers, as in the beginning.’  My soul longeth for the coming of that day, more than for the increase of corn, and wine, and oil.”

In the Spring of 1843, Friend Hopper visited Rhode Island, and Bucks County, in Pennsylvania, to address the people in behalf of the enslaved.  He was accompanied by Lucinda Wilmarth, a very intelligent and kind-hearted young person, who sometimes spoke on the same subject.  After she returned to her home in Massachusetts, she wrote as follows, to the venerable companion of her mission; “Dear Father Hopper, I see by the papers that Samuel Johnson has gone home.  I well remember our call upon him, on the second Sunday morning of our sojourn in that land of roses.  I also remember his radiant and peaceful countenance, which told of a life well spent, and of calm and hopeful anticipations of the future.  I love to dwell upon my visit to Pennsylvania.  I never saw happier or more lovely homes.  Never visited dwellings where those little household divinities, goodness, order, and cheerfulness, held more universal sway.  I was enabled to view men and things from an entirely new point of view.  I had previously seen nothing of Quakerism, except in a narrow orthodox form, with which I had no sympathy.  I was much pleased with the apparent freedom and philanthropy of the Friends I met there.  I know not whether it was their peculiar ism, that made them so comparatively free and liberal.  Perhaps I unconsciously assigned to their Quakerism what merely belonged to their manhood.  But the fact is, they came nearer to realizing the ideal of Quakerism, associated in my mind with Fox and Penn, than any people I have ever seen.

“I stopped at Providence on my way home.  As soon as I entered Isaac Hale’s door, little Alice began to skip with joy, as she did that day when we returned so unexpectedly to dine; but the next moment, she looked down the stair-case, and exclaimed in a most anxious tone, ’Why did’nt Grandfather Hopper come?  What did you come alone for?  What shall I do?’ On my arrival home, the first noisy greetings of my little brothers and sisters had scarcely subsided, before