rd for those who saw his ruddy cheek and
sparkling eye, his soft brown hair, and sprightly movements to
feel that the time of his departure was drawing nigh: but he
knew and felt it, with more composure than his friends could
summon. It might well be said of this our beloved patriarch,
that his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated. To the
last of his daily journeyings through the city, for which he
generally used the rail road, he would never allow the drivers
to stop for him to get on or off the car, feeling, as he used
smilingly to observe, 'very jealous on that point.' Few ever
passed him in the street without asking who he was; for not only
did his primitive dress, his broad-brimmed hat, and his antique
shoe buckles attract attention, but the beauty and benevolence
of his face was sure to fix the eye of ordinary discernment. He
was a living temperance lecture, and those who desire to
preserve good looks could not ask a more infallible receipt,
than that sweet temper and out-flowing benevolence which made
his countenance please every eye. Gay and cheerful as a boy, he
had ever some pleasant anecdote or amusing turn to relate, and
in all perhaps not one without a moral bearing, not thrust
forward, but left to be picked out by the hearer at his leisure.
He seemed born to show how great strictness in essentials could
exist without the least asceticism in trifles. Anything but a
Simeon Stylites in his sainthood, he could go among 'publicans
and sinners' without the least fear of being mistaken by them
for one of themselves. An influence radiated from him that made
itself felt in every company, though he would very likely be the
most modest man present. More gentlemanly manners and address no
court in Christendom need require; his resolute simplicity and
candor, always under the guidance of a delicate taste, never for
a moment degenerated into coarseness or disregard even of the
prejudices of others. His life, even in these minute
particulars, showed how the whole man is harmonized by the sense
of being

'Ever in the Great Taskmaster's eye.'

"He died on the 7th of May, 1852, in his eighty-first year, and
a public funeral in the Tabernacle brought together thousands
desirous of showing respect to his memory."

Mrs. Child has written a full, and in many r