felt herself constrained to utter the language of expostulation
and rebuke. In this, as in other relations of life, she was
obedient to the revelation of God in her own soul, and a worthy
example of fidelity to her convictions of duty. Her step-son, J.
Wilson Moore, in a letter to us announcing her decease, says:

Among the last injunctions she gave, was, "Write to Oliver
Johnson, and tell him I die firm in the faith! MIND THE SLAVE!"
She had enjoyed excellent health the last few years, and
continued actively engaged in works of benevolence. During the
last few weeks, she had devoted much time and labor to the
collection of funds for the liberation of ten slaves in North
Carolina, who had been promised their freedom at a comparatively
small amount. Notwithstanding her great bodily suffering, her
mind was clear to the last, expressing her full assurance of
Divine approbation in the course she had taken.

This is all that we can now say of the life of our revered and
never-to-be-forgotten friend. Perhaps some one who knew her more
intimately than we did, and who is better acquainted with the
history of her life and labors, will furnish us with a more
complete sketch. If so, we shall publish it with great
satisfaction.

Happy! ay, happy! let her ashes rest; Her heart was honest, and
she did her best; In storm and darkness, evil and dismay, The
star of duty was her guiding ray.

Her injunction to "MIND THE SLAVE," comes to us as the dying admonition
of one, whose life was a beautiful exemplification of the duty and the
privilege thus enjoined. It imposes, indeed, no new obligation; but
coming from such a source, it will linger in our memory while life and
its scenes shall last, inspiring in us, we hope, a purer and a more
ardent devotion to the cause of freedom and humanity. And may we not
hope that others also, will catch a new inspiration from the dying
message of our departed friend: "MIND THE SLAVE!"

ABIGAIL GOODWIN.

Contemporary with Esther Moore, and likewise an intimate personal friend
of hers, Abigail Goodwin, of Salem, N.J., was one of the rare, true
friends to the Underground Rail Road, whose labors entitle her name to
be mentioned in terms of very high praise.

A.W.M. a most worthy lady, in a letter to a friend, refers to her in the
following language:

"From my long residence under the same roof,