years ago, I was one of those who got good advice from “the old man.”
I carried it out, and met with great success.
I was fatherless, motherless, and friendless, with no home, nobody to take me by the hand.
I felt, as the poet has it,
A pilgrim stranger here I roam, Go on in the work of humanity and love, till the Good Master shall say, “It is enough.
Come up higher.”
From place to place I'm driven;
My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom;
This earth is all a lonely tomb;
I have no home but heaven.
Nearly all the domestics in Friend Hopper
's neighborhood attended the funeral solemnities.
One of these said with tears, ‘I am an orphan; but while he lived, I always felt as if I had a father.
He always had something pleasant to say to me, but now everything seems gone.’
A very poor man, who had been an object of his charity, and whom he had employed in many little services, could not rest till he had earned enough to buy a small Arbor-vitae, (Tree of Life,) to plant upon his grave.
The Executive Committee of the Prison Association met, and passed the following Resolutions:
Resolved:—That the combination of virtues which distinguished and adorned the character of our lamented friend, eminently qualified him for the accomplishment of