ely one case. She was always ready to do her duty. Her interest in
good, never left her, for when almost dying, she aroused from her
lethargy and asked if Abraham Lincoln was elected president of the
United States, which he was a few days afterwards. She always predicted
a civil war, in the settlement of the Slavery question.

During the last twenty-five years of her life she was an elder in the
Society of Friends, of which she had always been an earnest, consistent,
and devoted member. Her patience, self-denial, and warm affection were
manifested in every relation of life. As a daughter, wife, mother,
friend, and mistress of a family she was beloved by all, and to her
relatives and friends who are left behind, the remembrance of her good
deeds comes wafted like a perfume from beyond the golden gates. She
survived her husband about eight years, dying on the sixteenth of the
tenth month, 1860. Three children, sons, were born to their marriage,
two of whom died in infancy and one still (1871) survives.

To give some idea of the course pursued by Daniel and Hannah Gibbons, I
insert the following letter, containing an account of events which took
place in 1821:

"A short time since, I learned that my old friend, William
Still, was about to publish a history of the Underground Rail
Road. His own experience in the service of this road would make
a large volume. I was brought up by Daniel Gibbons, and am asked
to say what I know of him as an abolitionist. From my earliest
recollection, he was a friend to the colored people, and often
hired them and paid them liberal wages. His house was a depot
for fugitives, and many hundreds has he helped on their way to
freedom. Many a dark night he has sent me to carry them victuals
and change their places of refuge, and take them to other
people's barns, when not safe for him to go. I have known him
start in the night and go fifty miles with them, when they were
very hotly pursued. One man and his wife lived with him for a
long time. Afterwards the man lived with Thornton Walton. The
man was hauling lumber from Columbia. He was taken from his team
in Lancaster, and lodged in Baltimore jail. Daniel Gibbons went
to Baltimore, visited the jail and tried hard to get him
released, but failed. I would add here, that Daniel Gibbons'
faithful wife, one of the best women I ever knew, was always
ready, day or night