ust, made perfect on the other
side of the river, where there is a rest remaining for all the
children of God. My brother, Abraham D. Shadd, and my sister
Amelia, join their love and condolence with mine to you all,
hoping that the virtues of your father may be a guiding star to
you all, until you meet him again in that happy place, where
parting will be no more, forever.

Your humble friend, ELIZABETH J. WILLIAMS.

From the learned and the unlearned, from those in high places and from
those in humble stations, many testimonials reached the family,
respecting this great friend of the slave, but it is doubtful, whether a
single epistle from any one, was more affectingly appreciated by the
bereaved family, than the epistle just quoted from Elizabeth J.
Williams.

The Slave's most eloquent advocate, Wendell Phillips, in the "National
Standard," of February 4, 1871, in honor of the departed, bore the
following pertinent testimony to his great worth in the cause of
Liberty.

"I should not dare to trust my memory for the number of fugitive
slaves this brave old friend has helped to safety and
freedom--nearly three thousand, I believe. What a rich life to
look back on! How skilful and adroit he was, in eluding the
hunters! How patient in waiting days and weeks, keeping the poor
fugitives hidden meanwhile, till it was safe to venture on the
highway! What whole-hearted devotion, what unselfish giving of
time, means, and everything else to this work of brotherly love!
What house in Delaware, so honorable in history, as that where
hunted men fled, and were sure to find refuge. It was the North
Star to many a fainting heart. This century has grand scenes to
show and boast of among its fellows. But few transcend that
auction-block where the sheriff was selling all Garrett's goods
for the crime (!) of giving a breakfast to a family of fugitive
slaves. As the sale closed, the officer turns to Garrett,
saying: 'Thomas, I hope you'll never be caught at this again.'

"'Friend,' was the reply, 'I haven't a dollar in the world, but
if thee knows a fugitive who needs a breakfast, send him to me.'

"Over such a scene, Luther and Howard and Clarkson clapped their
hands.

"Such a speech redeems the long infamy of the State. It is
endurable, the having of such a blot as Delaware in our history,
when it has once b