poor bewildered wretch goes back to slavery; but of the hundreds
, who every month take their freedom, through fire and flood, and all manner of deadly perils, they are as silent as the grave.
In the spring of 1841, I went to New-York
to edit the Anti-Slavery Standard
, and took up my abode with the family of Isaac T. Hopper
The zealous theological controversy among Friends naturally subsided after the separation between the opposing parties had become an old and settled fact.
Consequently the demand for Quaker
books diminished more and more.
The Anti-Slavery Society, at that time, needed a Treasurer and Book-Agent; and Friend Hopper
was proposed as a suitable person for that office.
As only a small portion of his time was occupied with the sale of books he had on hand, he concluded to accept the proposition.
He was then nearly seventy years old; but he appeared at least twenty years younger, in person and manners.
His firm, elastic step seemed like a vigorous man of fifty.
He would spring from the Bowery cars, while they were in motion, with as much agility as a lad of fourteen.
His hair was not even sprinkled with gray.
It looked so black and glossy, that a young lady, who was introduced to him, said she thought he wore a wig unnaturally dark for his age. It was a favorite joke of his to make strangers believe he