upon Thomas Garrett's calm, serene face, mature in
a ripe old age, still shadowing forth kindliness of heart,
firmness of purpose, discriminating intelligence, conscientious,
manly uprightness, death never seemed more beautiful:

"Why, what is Death but Life
In other forms of being? Life without
The coarser attributes of men, the dull
And momently decaying frame which holds
The ethereal spirit in, and binds it down
To brotherhood with brutes! There's no
Such thing as Death; what's so-called is but
The beginning of a new existence, a fresh
Segment of the eternal round of change."

A.M.P.

Another warm admirer of this Great Lover of humanity, in a letter to
George W. Stone thus alludes to his life and death:

TAUNTON, MASS., June 25th, 1871.

DEAR STONE:--Your telegram announcing the death of that old
soldier and saint, and my good friend, Thos. Garrett, reached me
last evening at ten o'clock.

My first impulse was to start for Wilmington, and be present at
his funeral; but when I considered my work here, and my
engagements for the next four days, I found it impossible to go.

I will be there in spirit, and bow my inmost soul before the All
Loving One, his Father and ours, in humble thankfulness, that I
ever knew him, and had the privilege of enjoying his friendship
and witnessing his devotion, to the interest of every good cause
of benevolence and Reform.

I could write you many things of interest which I heard from
him, and which I have noted on my memory and heart; but I cannot
now. I think he was one of the remarkable men of the times, in
faith, in holy boldness, in fearless devotion to the right, in
uncompromising integrity, in unselfish benevolence, in love to
God and man, and in unceasing, life-long efforts to do justly,
to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God. We shall not soon
look upon his like again.

If I was present at his funeral, I should take it as a privilege
to pronounce his name, and say, as I never said before, "Blessed
are the dead that die in the Lord; even so saith the Spirit; for
they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them."

Do, at once, see his children and Clarkson Taylor, and give them
my condolence, no, my _congratulation_, and assure them that
they have a rich legacy in his nob