e that no
slave-hunter would get him away until every means of protection should
fail. He was ever ready to send his horse and carriage to convey them on
the road to Canada, or elsewhere towards freedom. His home was always
open to entertain the anti-slavery advocates, and being warmly supported
in the cause by his excellent wife, everything which they could do to
make their guests comfortable was done. The Burleighs, J. Miller McKim,
Miss Mary Grew, F. Douglass, and others will not soon forget that
hospitable home. It is to be regretted that he died before the
emancipation of the slaves, which he had so long labored for, arrived.
In this connection it may not be improper to state that simultaneously
with his labors in the Anti-slavery cause, he was also laboring with
zeal in the cause of Temperance. Of his efforts in that direction
through nearly thirty years, our space will not allow us to speak. His
life and labors were a daily protest against the traffic of rum. There
is also another phase of his character which should be mentioned.
Whenever he saw animals abused, horses beaten, he instantly interfered,
often at great risk of personal harm from the brutal drivers about the
lime quarries and iron ore diggings. So firm, so determined was he, that
the cruellest ruffian felt that he must yield or confront the law. Take
him all for all, there will rarely be found in one man more universal
benevolence and justice than was possessed by the subject of this
notice.

Hiram Corson, brother of the subject of this sketch, and a faithful
co-laborer in the cause, in response to a request that he would furnish
a reminiscence touching his brother's agency in assisting fugitives,
wrote as follows:

_November 1st_, 1871.

DEAR ROBERT:--Wm. Still wishes some account of the case of the
negro slave taken from our neighborhood some years ago, after an
attempt by my brother George to release him. (About thirty years
ago.) George had been on a visit to our brother Charles, living
at the fork of the Skippack and Perkiomen Creeks, in this
county, and on his return, late in the afternoon, while coming
along an obscure road, not the main direct road, he came up to a
man on horseback, who was followed at a distance of a few feet
by a colored man with a rope tied around his neck, and the other
end held by the person on horseback.

George had had experience with those slave-drivers before, as