and constancy to humanity, died on Friday last, at an advanced age. He was a Quaker of that early sort illustrated by such philanthropists as Anthony Benezet, Thomas Clarkson, Mrs. Fry, and the like.
He was a most self-denying, patient, loving friend of the poor, and the suffering of every kind; and his life was an unbroken history of beneficence.
Thousands of hearts will feel a touch of grief at the news of his death; for few men have so large a wealth in the blessings of the poor, and the grateful remembrance of kindness and benevolence, as he.
The New-York Sunday Times contained the following:
Most of our readers will call to mind in connection with the name of Isaac T. Hopper, the compact, well-knit figure of a Quaker gentleman, apparently about sixty years of age, dressed in drab or brown clothes of the plainest cut, and bearing on his handsome, manly face the impress of that benevolence with which his whole heart was filled.
He was twenty years older than he seemed.
The fountain of benevolence within, freshened his old age with its continuous flow.
The step of the octogenarian, was elastic as that of a boy, his form erect as the mountain pine.
His whole physique was a splendid sample of nature's handiwork.
We see him now with our ‘mind's eye’— but with the eye of flesh we shall see him no more.