Part 21 (1/2)

Thus quietly, peacefully, almost joyfully, the life forces of the worn and weary toiler weakened day by day, until, on the 26th of October, 1879, the great Husbandman called her from her labors at last She lived the life and died the death of a saint

Who shall dare to say when and where the echoes of her soul died away?

Not in vain such lives as hers and her beloved sister's They take their place with those of the heroes of the world, great a I elina'sfrom any praise of man which was such a marked trait in her character She never voluntarily alluded to any act of hers which would be likely to draw upon her commendatory notice, even from the members of her own family, and in her charities she followed out as far as possible the Bible injunction: ”When thou doest alht hand doeth”

Her husband relates the following:--

”In Nove provision for the _then_ to her not ielina prepared a co themselves alone This was enclosed in a sealed envelope, with directions that it should be opened only after her death When, a few days after her decease, he broke the seal, he found, a many details, this ite called upon eventually to support in part four emancipated slaves in Charleston, SC, whose freedo'”

It is plain fro of the letter that she had never stated the fact to hi it under seal; and yet, during all those years, she never gave hi freed those four slaves and contributed to their support, as she had done Even Sarah could not have known anything of it Her brother Henry, to whoally emancipated, was probably the only person are of her generous act He became technically their owner, responsible for them to the State, but left them free to live and work for theelina's funeral took place on the 29th of October, and to it came many old friends and veteran co-workers in the anti-slavery cause The services were in keeping with the record of the life they commemorated

They were opened by that beautiful chant, ”Thy will be done,” followed by a touching prayer from the Rev Mr Morrison, who then briefly sketched the life of her who lay so still and beautiful before theht, who, overcome by the les, trials, perils, and triumphs, that he stood for ahis emotion, he told of what she did and what she was in those times which tried the souls of the stoutest ”There is,” said he, ”the courage of the e of the warrior whoforward aines of destruction on every side But hers was a courage greater than theirs She not only faced death at the hands of stealthy assassins and howling mobs, in her loyalty to truth, duty, and huly the awful frowns of the hty consecrated leaders of society, the scoffs and sneers of the er of scorn, and the whisperedup for the lowest of the low Nurtured in the very boso she became certain,--that it was a false, cruel, accursed relation between hu of her womanhood, she was true; not the fear of poverty, obloquy, or death could induce her to smother it Neither wealth, nor fah position of her birth had to offer, could bribe her to abate one syllable of her testiainst the seductive system Let us hope that South Carolina will yet count this noble, brave, excellent woman above all her past heroes She it was, ether, who called out as good and humane in the Christian church to take the part of the slave, and deliver the proud State of her birth from the monster that had preyed on its vitals for a century I have no fitting words for a life like hers With a rasp the relations of justice and h to sympathize with and cherish all that live, what a home she made! Words cannot paint it I saw it in that old stone house, surrounded with its beautiful garden, at Belleville, on the banks of the Passaic I saw it in that busy, bright, and cheery palace of true education at Eagleswood, New Jersey I have seen it here, in this Mecca of the wise

Well done! Oh, well done!”

Mr Wright was followed by Robert F Walcutt, Lucy Stone, and Wendell Phillips

”The women of to-day,” said Lucy Stone, ”owe e, the rare insight, and fidelity to principle of this wo easy paths have been le-call to all other woreat life purpose by the herois devotion of her whose voice we shall never hear again, but who, 'being dead, yet speaketh'”

The re, and were spoken with a tenderness which, for once at least, disproved the assertion that his eloquence anting in pathos