him, warned him of his danger, and offered to secrete him.  The colored man hesitated.  He feared it might be a trick to decoy him into his master’s power.  But the young wife gazed very earnestly at Friend Hopper, and said, “I would trust the countenance of that Quaker gentleman anywhere.  Let us go with him.”  They spent the remainder of the night at his house, and after being concealed elsewhere for a few days, they went to Canada.  This slave was the son of his master, who estimated his market-value at two thousand five hundred dollars.  Six months imprisonment, and a fine of one thousand dollars was the legal penalty for aiding him.  But Friend Hopper always said, “I have never sought to make any slave discontented with his situation, because I do not consider it either wise or kind to do so; but so long as my life is spared, I will always assist any one, who is trying to escape from slavery, be the laws what they may.”

A black man, who had fled from bondage, married a mulatto woman in Philadelphia, and became the father of six children.  He owned a small house in the neighborhood of that city, and had lived there comfortably several years, when that abominable law was passed, by which the Northern States rendered their free soil a great hunting-ground for the rich and powerful to run down the poor and weak.  In rushed the slaveholders from all quarters, to seize their helpless prey!  At dead of night, the black man, sleeping quietly in the humble home he had earned by unremitting industry, was roused up to receive information that his master was in pursuit of him.  His eldest daughter was out at service in the neighborhood, and there was no time to give her notice.  They hastily packed such articles as they could take, caught the little ones from their beds, and escaped before the morning dawned.  A gentleman, who saw them next day on board a steamboat, observed their uneasiness, and suspected they were “fugitives from injustice.”  When he remarked this to a companion, he replied, “They have too much luggage to be slaves.”  Nevertheless, he thought it could do no harm to inform them that Isaac T. Hopper of New-York was the best adviser of fugitives.  Accordingly, a few hours afterward, the whole colored colony was established in his house; where the genteel-looking mother, and her bright, pretty little children excited a very lively interest in all hearts.  They made their way to Canada as soon as possible, and the daughter who was left in Philadelphia, was soon after sent to them.

Friend Hopper’s resolute resistance to oppression, in every form, never produced any harshness in his manners, or diminished his love of quiet domestic life.  He habitually surrendered himself to pleasant influences, even from events that troubled him at the time, he generally extracted some agreeable incident and soon forgot those of opposite character.  It was quite observable how little he thought of the instances of ingratitude he had met with.  He seldom, if ever, alluded to them, unless reminded by some direct question; but the unfortunate beings who had persevered in reformation, and manifested gratitude, were always uppermost in his thoughts.