l shown in
the following incident: Upon one occasion, his son received a kick from
a horse, which he was about to mount at the door. When he had recovered
from the shock, and it was found that he was not seriously injured, the
father still continued to look serious, and did not cease to shed tears.
On being asked why he grieved, his answer was: "I was just thinking how
it would have been with thee, had that stroke proved fatal." Such
thoughts were at once the notes of his own preparation and a warning to
others to be also ready.

A life consistent with his views, was a life of humility and universal
benevolence, and such was his. It was a life, as it were in Heaven,
while yet on earth, for it soared above and beyond the corrupt and
slavish influences of earthly passions.

His interest in temperance never failed him. On his death-bed he would
call persons to him, who needed such advice, and admonish them on the
subject of using strong drinks, and his last expression of interest in
any humanitarian movement, was an avowal of his belief in the great good
to arise from a prohibitory liquor law.

To a friend, who entered his sick room, a few days before his death, he
said: "Well, E., thee is preparing to go to the West." The friend
replied: "Yes, and Daniel, I suppose thee is preparing to go to
eternity." There was an affirmative reply, and E. inquired, "How does
thee find it?" Daniel said: "I don't find much to do, I find that I have
not got a hard master to deal with. Some few things which I have done, I
find not entirely right." He quitted the earthly service of the Master,
on the 17th day of the eighth month, 1852.

A young physician, son of one of his old friends, after attending his
funeral, wrote to a friend, as follows: "To quote the words of Webster,
'We turned and paused, and joined our voices with the voices of the air,
and bade him hail! and farewell!' Farewell, kind and brave old man! The
voices of the oppressed whom thou hast redeemed, welcome thee to the
Eternal City."

LUCRETIA MOTT.

Of all the women who served the Anti-slavery cause in its darkest days,
there is not one whose labors were more effective, whose character is
nobler, and who is more universally respected and beloved, than Lucretia
Mott. You cannot speak of the slave without remembering her, who did so
much to make Slavery impossible. You cannot speak of freedom, without
recalling that enfranchised spirit, which, free from all contr