From the Democrat & Chronicle.

A Few Leaves from the Diary of anUnderground Railroad Con-

ductor.

BY WILLIAM S. FALLS.

One fine morning in the month of June, 1351, E.C- Williams, a valued and esteemed friend, whoseremains now repose in our own beautifulMount Hopo, hastily entered my place of busi-ness, and in an excited manner, said " FriendPalls, put on your coat and come withme." I asked him to explain, but he evaded therequest—piloting my steps to his spacious sailloft and tent manufactory, up one flight of stairs,in the building now occupied by Win. Burke &Co., dealers in hardware. Ho leading the way tothe rear to the darkest nook in the premises, wecame upon the stalwart form of a tiue specimenof the negro race. He was in a crouching- pos-ture, and seemingly in great fear lest his niastor,who was upon his track, and was at that mo-ment actually in the city in pursuit, might learnof his whereabouts. Of course " E. C." reassuredthe poor fellow that he was in a place of safety,and that I too was a friend and would not be-tray him. Our manner and soothing words hadthe effect of inspiring him with confidence as toour moiives. Suffice it to say that the " fugitive"was properly cared for during the balance of thatday, and when the shades of niglit set in, hemade his way in safely to Charlotte, where laythe Canadian steamer Magnet, on board which hewas couveyed beyond the reach of all earthly" masters."

This was my first experience in undergroundrailroading. Prom this lime till the iuaguratiouof the Rebellion, nearly an hundred unfortunates,male and female, children and adults, had passedthrough my hands.

As the poor creatures were usually penniless,only their railroad fare being paid by the severalagents, that the refugees might have a few dol-lars in their pockets on their arrival in Canada,I adopted the plan of soliciting donations in be-half of such, from citizens, in the Arcade andarouud, who usually contributed freely. One ofthese, the late Uncle Dave Richardson, of Henri-etta, never refused, but seemed to take pleasurein contributing liberally. On one urgent occasionsuch was the sympathy of the people, that " E. C."and myself, merely while passing on our way todinner, on the east side of the river, each takingone side of Main street, collected a goodly sum,lor the benefit of a hapless refugee, whom it wasnecessary to send on his way rejoicing that even-ing The railroad fare only of the refugees waspaid by the agents in the several cilies throughwhich they passed, from funds raised by benevo-lent ladies in England.

These agents were William Sill in Philadelphia;Wm. Henry, editor of the "Anti-Slavery Stand-dard," in New York city; Mr. Miles, in Albany;Rev. Mr. Loguen, in Syracuse; and FrederickDouglas, then of this city. I also had eachone of the dusky faces photographed by thelate E. K. Marsh, who at that time conducted agallery in the Arcade, he making no charge forhis services. To many of these simple heartedpeople this mode of duplicating their counten-ances was a great novelty.

The relation of the circumstances and inci-dents attending the escape of those poor people ;many of them having left wives, children, andother dear relatives and friends, never to meetagain this side of eternity—was affecting in theextreme.

I well remember a finely formed young color-ed man who had just made his escape fromNorth Carolina. He had been the slave of aman extensively engaged in the iron-workingbusiness, and employed a large number of hands,black and white. The white men, he said, werein the habit of procuring, secretly, the New YorkTribune, which, it will be remembered, was at onetime interdicted in the Southern States, and notallowed to pass through the mails. Althoughunable, at that time himself to read, yet he learn-ed many facts in regard to the North, from thosewho could read. Well, the usual amount wassoon raised for him in and about the Arcade andthe "four corners," and he too went on his wayrejoicing.

A few weeks subsequently, he wrote fromSt. Catharines, Ontario, setting forth his goodfortune in Canada. He said, in passing ablacksmith shop in the place mentioned, and see-ing several horses hitched in front, he steppedup and solicited work of the boss. " Why," re-plied the proprietor, ' 'what kind of work canyou do? " I can shoe those horses," he answer-ed. "Well ," said the blacksmith, "you canshoe one of them, and I will see." He did so, andhis work was so well and so quickly done thathe hired him on the spot, agreeing to give himone dollar per day and his board. " I tell you,"said he in his letter, " my hammer has now adifferent ring frotn what it had in old NorthCarolina I"

On another occasion, it became necessary toreplenish the finances of a group of five females,consisting of a grandmother, daughter and threegrand-children, all appearing exceedingly desti-tute and poorly clad, the season being inclement.As the train was soon to leave, it was neces-sary to go over the ground as speedily as po-si-ble on the usual tour of collection. This accom-plished, I got to the train of the New YorkCentral witli the funds, only a few minutes bo-fore ils departure. Noticing at the depot thelate R. R. Harris, for many years a deputy U. S.Marshal, I invited him into the car, to see theold woman aud her " darlings," all huddledup in one corner. The ex-marshal took inthe situation of things at a glance, and said,"Ah! my friend, it is well for you and them thatI don't now hold the position which I once did,for I should certainly arrest and lock up the en-tire squad !" The next moment the iron horsewas whirling the sable passengers Cinadaward.

One mottling, early in my " underground" ex-perience, wheu stages to Charlotte and else-where were wont daily to start from the " KagleHotel corner," State Street, now the site ofPowers' Block, my friend "E. C." came to me audrequested my assistance in aiding a colored manand his wife and infant—all as black as blackcould be. It was said that men had been in thecity looking for them the day before, but thecolored people up on "Cornhill," had so effect-ually hid them, that, after diligent search, theirmaster was obliged to leave town without them.Well, the husband had been started before dawndown the road to Charlotte, there to await thearrival of his wife and child. It therefore de-volved upon " E. C." and myself to see that themother and child were safely put on board of thestage for that place. As previously arranged, atan early hour, we took a position on the " Eaglecorner," at the stage office. We had not waitedlong before "E. C," rubbing his hands and smilingall over his bright and sunny face, exclaimed," There they come! There they come I" Look-ing in the direction to which he pointed, a ricket-ty old wagou, drawn by an emaciated mule wasseen corning over " Loafer Bridge," (as ExchangeStreet Bridge was then called,) and down thehill to the stage office. It being about stage-hour, no time could be Io3t, aud beckoning to thelittle colored driver, he backed up to the side-walk—"E. C." politely aiding the woman by take-ing in his arms her little picaninny—while I, aspoliiely assisted the mother from the vehicle tothe walk They were immediately placed onboard of the stage, and the driver cracking hiswhip, a joyful re-union of father, mother andinfant, soon followed, succeeded by the still morejoyful re-union which a safe arrival in Canada as-sured to the fleeing family.

Soon after this little episode, at a convivialparty at his residence, "E. 0." in his usual mirthfulmood, stated that he had, a few mornings before,witnessed a rare instance of politeness. Thathe had actually seen his friend Falls assist acolored lady to alight from a wagon to the side-walk ! Of course, the retort, by way of reply,that 1 had witnessed a scene still more comical,for I had seen positively my friend Williamaon the walk at the Eagle Hotel, with anigger baby in his arms! This turned thejoke completely in my favor, none laugh-ing more heartily than " E. C." himself I

In 1865, I met with a young colored manfrom Virginia, who related to me a most interest-ing history of his escape, which was accomplishedchiefly from the fact that the family who ownedhim, having no immediate use for him, hired himout to a gentleman who knew nothing of his

antecedents—the owners removing temporarilyto New Orleans. Of course, he deceived his new-master. He obtained leave of absence for a dayor two, to go in a certain direction, to visit hiswife, when in fact he was unmarried, and onceout of sight of his new master, went in an oppositedirection, with the North Star for his guide.

His sufferings and hardships, while making hisway North, were very great; and he had manyhair-breadth escapes from arrest. Finally, aftera tedious journey, secreted in swamps, barns,etc, by day, and pursuing his way as best hecould by night, he reached Rochester, where hefound friends.

About a year after, this young man called tosee me, introducing himself as a person whom Ihad assisted at such a time. Naturally pleasingin manner from the first, his associations andadvantages in Canada had still further im-proved him, so that I did not recognize him, tillhe gave me his name. On asking him how he hadprospered since I had seen him last, he replied,'• I have been well treated over there; have beena porter in a bank ; sexton of a white church ;can procure a recommendation from some of thebest men in Canada ; have learned to read a lit-tle ; and have a hundred dollars in my pocketnow I"

I asked him if there was anything I could dofor him. He replied that he wished lo obtain thecharge of the. rooms of some hose company, thathe might, while attending to his duties, haveleisure' for study and the improvement of hismind. This I endeavored to procure lor him,but, failing, I obtained lor him a situation in theOsburn House, which he filled with credit tohimself and satisfaction to his employers. Sub-sequently, somehow, having heard that therewas " a college in Ohio, called Oberlin," he came tome with a bright aud radiant countenance, to in-quire about that institution. I explained to himits aim and object, as a place of learning, aud add-ed that I was acquainted with its pres.dent—thelamented Rev. Henry Everard Peck—to whomI would cheerfully give him a letter.

He went there, aud was graduated in due time,and subsequently called on me. Aud I was hap-py to receive aud respect him as a worthy minis-ter of the Gospel. For some time he was en-gaged in an educational enterprise—that of col-lecting funds for the erection of a college atHarper's Ferry, for the education of persons ofcolor. I have not seen or heard from him forseveral years ; but if living, wherever his lotmay be cast, he doubtless enjoys the esteem andconfidence of all with whom he may come incontact.

But the last fugitive—the very last—was apoor fellow who was the greatest objectof pity, of all who had preceded him. The fleshon his liauds had literally been roasted I He wasthe slave of a Coufederate Lieutenant of Artil-lery, who had brought his chattel to Kort Moul-trie, to do military duty in the memorable battlewith Fort Sumpter. He had, in the course ofthat fight, been compelled to handle hot shot, tothe degree that the inside of the poor creature'shands and lingers were actually burned al-most to a crisp ! He said, that for the protec-tion of their hands, raw cowhide mittens wereprovided; yet his hands were point blank evi-dence of great cruelty on the part of his offi-cers. They were frightful to look upon. Tak-ing the sufferer into the Arcade and into someof the adjoining stores, sympathetic citizens wererequested to " pour a little of the oil of humankindness on his crisp and bleeding hands!" Andthey did! One glimpse at the poor fellow'shands, and with a shudder, they thrust theirhands deep down into their pockets, and pouredon them the oil of human sympathy most liberally.It was a sight not soon to be forgotten. The ownerof those hands was never heard from after leav-ing here. But, living or dead, he bore a con-spicuous part in the history of the great rebel-lion, which, unlike many others, was from com-pulsion and not from a want of love for the dearold stars and stripes.

But the fiat of the lamented and good AbrahamLincoln went forth, and every chaiu fell from theemaciated limbs of all those in bondage, andCanada thereupon ceased to be the haven so longsought after by those fleeing ones.

ROCHESTER, N. Y., June 20, 1881.

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JANUARY 30. 1889.

MRS. AMY POST AT RESTThe Peaceful End of a Long and Use-

ful Life.

THE FRIEND OF THE FUGITIVE

Death of One Who Has a Marked History—The Underground Railway Station

Moro Than Half a Century ofCharitable Work.

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In this oity, yesterday, one departed fromhis life whose record of kindly deeds and

k ots of unostentatious charity, far exceedsUe limits oi a newspaper memoir, and

I ?hoso history is the history of Rochester as

I Mrs. Amy Post died at her residence. No.>6 Sophia street, after an illness of only four

Jays.Mrs. Post, whose maiden name was Miss

Amy Kirby, was born in Jericho, 1J. I.,December 20. 1802. Her parents wereJacob and Mary Post, members of the So-ei< ty of Friends. They resided In the housewhere tbe subject of this sketoh was born,the father tor seventy-six years and themother for sixty-four years. The house Iwas occupied by the Tories during the war Iof the revolution.I Mrs. Post was married to the late Isaac IjtVost in 1828, having removed to Poplar IRidge, Cayuga county, in 1833. In 1836 IHklr. and Mrs. Post removed to Rochester, I.^irst occupving a house on Plymouth Avenuo. IMr, PoBt died in 1872. With the exeep !fcion of a few months, Mrs. Post has resided I

n Rochester continuously since 1836. She &leaves threa sons, Jacob K. Post, Joseph I

oat and Willett E. Post, eleven grandchildrenknd four grsat-grandchildrsn. She also |5:

Reaves two sistars, Mrs. S. L. Willis, of thisty, and Mrs. E.izjibeth Mott, of (ilenwood,

I.I Mrs. Post was originally, like her parents, a

Jjnember of the Socle y of Friends. At an |Sarly period of her life she identified herself•̂ 'iwith the anti-slavery movement. In 1845

fsjkhe left the soc.ety. Although the FriendsHvvere themselves in sympathy with thatHcuuse, they were averse to Mrs Post workingHoutside of the society, with the result which^'baa been staLed.

I In accordance with her views on the sub-ject of slavery, the home of Mrs. Post he-cam * one of the principal stations of the•'Underground railway ' ' on the northernborder ot the United States, and remainedBo until the enfranchisemet of the slaves re-moved thu reaaon for the existence of thatamous thoroughfare. It is relatedihat as m<*ny as twelve fugitive

ves found refuse in her securebasement in one night, and of the largeBsumbers so cared for during the long yearsml her work in this direction, not one was

p'Jever captured and returned to Bervitud.i.SiEven alter the passage of the fugitive slave| j law, which made it onlgatory (or all perif sous, when ordsred by a United States mar-

uha:, to assist in capturing and returningfugitive slaves, none who reached the shelteroi Mrs Pos 's friendly roof were ever re-turned to their masters.

When Peck's History of Rochester waswritten, Mrs. Post, then over 80 years ofage, prepared a chapter un "The Under-ground B, i way'' without assistance, evenin the manual labor connscted with it. Intae chapter r< furred to, Mrs. Post givesmtny interesting lnciueaie, many of whichpamo under her own observation.

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On one occasion three colored men drove toMrs. Post's residencs, on Sophia street, ona Sunday attnrnoon, In a carriage. Tfieywere gentlemanly in appeurance and inbehavior. No one suspected that.

I thoy were slavers, anil they remained in thef city several months without being molested.5 One of them was in attendance at an antiI slavery meeting in Corinthian Hall, one

SgS evening, whi»n it was whispered through tbeaudience thut the three men had bt-en

» claimed as fugiHve slaves, and thut thel o w n w had appeared ut the United StateBft comm ss oner's ollice in the same building,j | and demanded possassion of bis property!jg Frederick Duugluss was present, and wnsI equal to the cniergnncy, which seamed des-I pernte. Ever> body seemed as cooljg and collected ss possible, while the greatg orator, himself an ex-slave, beckoned theg fugitive to him. What lie whispered no oneI ever knew, and they quiotly left the halLI That night the three men were secreted sep-Nj arately. Mrs Post called to see one ofI thorn the next day and found him at theI head of a flight of steps defying the approach

of the officers or his maBter, and emphasiz-ing his defiance with sundry weapons ofcarnal warfare. The three men werefinally brought together on thethird day. They were disguised with(Quaker bonnets and thick veils, andwere driven to Charlotte and placed onboard a steamer bound for Canada. Mrs.Posr told other graphic stories of a similarnature, but one must suffice on this oc-casion.

Mrs. Post estimated that the number offugu ive slaves who escaped to Canadathrough RochBster averaged 130 a year.

F With the modesty which was one of hermarked characteristics, she says nothing inthe paper referred to of her own instru-mentality in aiding thorn, yet it is knownthat it was to her more than toall others combined perhaps, thatthese people owed their safe exitto the land where tbe slave owner was un-known, and the United States marshal pow-erless.

After the passage of the fugitive slavelaw, the work of assisting escaped slaves be-came more difficult. On many occasionsgroups of from two to a dozen were coa- ictmled in the basement of the Sophia stre.thouse, and the subject of this skotch hasoften humorously described her efforts andthe efforts of the other members ofher household to prevent the Itho colored people from making knowntheir presence by showing their faces at the iwindows. In all sorts of disguises, and by ivarioUB stratagems, thoy were aided ontheir road to freedom. Sometimes theywere driven to the Lower Landing in closedcarriages end placed on Canadian steamers ;sometimes they were guided through thefields to tbe wharves, and at other timesthey were driven to small railway stationsremote from the city.

In addition to her persou&l efforts—and itis recorded that she never turned a fugitivefrom her doora—Mrs. Post took an activepart in the political agitation of the subject,at a time when it was not only unpopular,but sometimes unsafe, to champion thecause of the enslaved colored man. She waspresent, ftt, and assisted in, the organizationof the first anti-slavery convention bald inthe North, and was the means, largnly, ofcausing the second to be held In this city.

When Fredarick Douglass came to thiscity for the iirst time, accommodationswere of course denied him at p'lblic houses,and he found his home with her, who wasfor so many years the friend of his enslaved .brethren. Wendell Pbi.lipg was also a fre-quent visitor whfn in the city. Mrs. Post'shouse was the home of William Lloyd Gar-rison, Parker Pillsbury, George Thompson,the member of the English Parliament, whowas mobbed with Garrison, Cassius M. ClayEid otlssrs. In fact, Mrs. Post aided theanti-slavery causa in 9very way in whichshe waa able, and those ways were many.L>h-i orgMWEOd sowing societies and by variousdevices, procured clothing and food for thebait clod and half starved wretches whoWere escaping from ' ' The Land of the Freeftnd the Home of the Brave. '7

It should be said at this point, lest it beinadvertently omiitori, that Mrs. Post,during tier resideuca of three years

more than half a century in Rochester,j never turned an applicant, whita or black,from her door without assisting and materialassistance, and those who were discouragedand way worn and weary have been ac-corded generous hospstality for months at atime.

Mrs. Post waa always, at all times andupon all occasions, a champion of womansuffrage in its broadest sense. Although shewas not prominent as a speaker, she wasalways present at gatherings of any kind,which had for their object the freedomand advancement of her sex.She was present at the International Councilof Woman Suffragists at Washington lastsummer, and although advanced in years,took part in its deliberation!. Two yearsago she attended the convention ot I heFriends of Human Progress, held at WestJuniua, near Waterloo. She made the trip,going and returning, in a carriage, herselfdriving, with a friend as a companion.

In addition to the paper on ' ' The Un-derground Railroad, ' ' Mrs, Post preparedseveral interesting papers on thequestions pertaining to the political in-terests of women. She was especially in-terested In the condition of the Indiana on.ha state reservations, and an Indian namedBlind John has annually visited her housefrom the Cattaraugus Reservation.

For many ye rs the deceased was a firmand constant believer in spiritualism. Uponthat belief she founded a stead-fast hope for a future andhappy life. To her its revelationspointed out a pathway to a land of eternalsummer, a land where departed friends willbe reunited. And, as has been said, shewas happy in her belief, in which she neverfaltered. Her immediate friends will longremember the meetings which have beenheld in her quiet home.

The deceased, as this imperfect andhastily prepared sketch shows, was a womanof strong character and pronounced opin-ions. She was, at the same time, of singu-larly equable temperament, and camedown to the close of an unusually long andeventful life with full possession of hermental faculties. She had been in usualhealth until last Thursday evening, whenshe spoke for the first time of being ill.From that time she sank rapidly until theend came quietly yesterday afternoon. Herdeath was due principally to old age.

The funeral will take place at the resi-dence, No. 56 Sophia street, at 2 :30 o'olookFriday afternoon.

The Passing of Amy Post." Lifo is real! Life is earnest I

And the irrave is not ijs goal;Dust thou art to dust returneth-

Was not spoken of the soul.''

To-day, many people gazed for the lasttime upon all that was mortal of AmyPost. As though to signalize her triumph,she left upon her aged face a smile of in-effable peace—that peace which belongs tothe pure in heart. Few women have everexperienced an influence for good so farreaching as Amy Post, whose soul wasfilled with unbounded love for God andpoor humanity. Hers was the task in lifeto bridge the gulf which separated factionsIn the domain of thought, and beckon allto follow her in the paths ofduty andlove. No man was so degraded or womanso far outcast as to be beyond the pale ofher unfailing sympathy, and were her actsof love recorded in full they would shed alustre upon tlie history of human devotionthat has never been surpassed.

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"Hers was the love Jthat knew no nation-alitv creed or color, and made itself mostelt'when its object was most cast down.

It was her mission to uphold amid thefiercest storm of opposition, not only themmortality of the soul.but certain psycho-ogical truths embodied in the phenom-enon commonly called "Spiritualism.

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And she had a reason for the sublime faiththat was in her. The stock from whichulie sprang, the sterling, honest, truth-abiding Quakers of England, should standthe strongest quarantee of her good faithand honor. That social element, so wide-ly known for its moral purity, has givento the world some of its noblest menand women, and Amy Post must be count-ed among that number. At an early ageshe became impressod with the convictionthat the various creeds of Christendom,while holding truth, did not enclose all thetruth; that policy was often mistaken formorality; and that the general teachingsof orthodoxy did not comport with reason,and were at variance with the visible rev-elations of God as displayed in the harmo-nious laws of the universe.

Some existing institutions whichflourished in Christian countries she couldnot countenance, and that of slavery filledher soul with loathing and abhorence; thumore so as it hail for its champions menwho called themselves the ministe s of God.

The condition of women under orthodoxrule became a subject of deep concern toher, and she became convinced that manyof her deprivations were due to the nar-row-minded prejudices which grew out ofmisguided religious zeal and fanaticism.She saw that wherever the influence ofwomen was most exercised there could befound the highest moral advancement.

She found that a liberal thought pro-gresjed; the sphere of woman' 8 use didalso, and that all the liberties we possessedwere due to the sacrifices and heroism ofthose who dared to say " No 1'' In sepa-rating herself from the communion of herfathers, from purely conscientous motives,she experienced all the painful emotionsfelt iu the sundering of old ties. For atime she floundered in the slough ofatheism, finding no solace for her lovingand sympathetic mind. But this shortperiod of her life was but the fiery ordealof experience which was to fit herfor that higher faith which was to beautifyher earth life afterward. Cut adrift fromall theological creeds, she devoted her en-ergies to the amelioration of the sufferingof her fellow beings. The first to feel herwaim sympathies were the human chat-tels, victims of the lash and chain, whosought refuge at her door. And she, frail inbody, but strong in heart and mind, stoodbetween these hunted slaves and a bond-age worse than death. These children ofan Infinite Father, entrusted to the mer-oiee of a Christian people, robbed of libertyand all that makes life dear—in fleeingfrom the tyrant's bondage in the South,found shelter under the strong moral for-titude of such as Amy Post. Her noblesacrifices, deeds of love and mercy, per-formed in behalf of the down-trodden ne-groes during the period between 1849 andtheir emancipation, cannot be recountedhere. They are inscribed in lines imper-ishable in the annals of human progress.Of these deeds sublime, let such as LindaBrent, the one-time slave, speak. She,who from out the depths of deepest ignor-ance, was plucked by Amy Post, and byher gentle, loving influences led to knowthe blessed power of education and thesweets of liberty—led to write the historyof her wrongs that a Christian peoplemight be warned.

There are those still living, and whohave passed away, who felt the strong,protective force that welled from the heartof Amy Post. Sojourner Truth, " TheLvbian Sybil;" the patriot freedman,Frederick Douglass; the brilliant, but er-ratic, colored orator and author, P. B.Randall: the gifted Charles L. Remond—and a host of others from the toils ofignorance and bondage spoke and stillspeak of the loving ministrations and en-nobling influences experienced at the homeof Amy Post. Among the long list of herco-workers in the cause of humanity arefound such names as William Lloyd Gar-rison, Lucretia Mott and Parker Pillsbury.

Among those who knocked at her doorand were never sent empty away havebeen a countless number of the lowest

tnd to peace, and not always were her

*lt was during the Btormy times of hereverest trials in life, while struggling totd the cause of humanity, that therei m e to her a new light, by which sheras enabled to comprehend man's relationo the universe. From the trivial phenom-non of spirit rapping and other jaamfesations in the lowest order of Spiritualism^he progressed to that point when she cameace to face in the presence of materializedniriU spoke to them, touched them and^ssed' them—not once, nor several timesmlv but countless times during the pasthirty years of her life. The marvelousTd sublime philosophy of Spiritualismllled her soul with ecstacy, and her heartlent forth with unutterable gratitude tolod for having endowed her with an im-mortal sprit and that all her doubts andZl were forever dispelled, by continuousirools of man's immortality entirely be-

! fonddepute. A n d w h e n B h 9 f^U D d ^ a1 S manifestation were under the guid-»ice of law, and not, as ignorantly sup-posed supernatural, she enjoyed that? peace of mind which passeth all under-

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sn'she discovered that in the work-ings of God1 B universe such operations as"rewards" and " punishments' have no

existence, and that " consequences, fol-l owed all the deeds of man both in this life„ xnd in future etates.she comprehended for

;he first time the meaning and value of the

'Y" Hope' shines exulting on triumphant.vines.' She found teat "hope'-^that,

• t utitias,. it has pleased God to call our latemend and benefactress, Mrs. Amy Post, to ahigher and holler sphere; and

Whereas, It is fitting that we who have so longshared her bounty should her memory revere;therefore

Resolved, That, In the death of our dear friendthe Douglass League laments the loss of one whoseuntiring devotion to the cause of the oppressed;whose Christian courage in sharing the hospitalitiesof her home, and whose love for humanity, whichtaught her to practice the precepts of the saintshave endeared her name to the homes of thegrateful and the hearts of the good.

Resolved. That in our sorrow over the loss of afaithful friend we yet find consolation in theblessed assurance that she has gone to enjoy thereward due those who give their lives as a piouscontribution to oharity.

Resolved, That the heartfelt sympathy of thisleague be extended to those bound to our departedfriend by the nearest and dearest ties.

Resolved, That these resolutions be recorded Inthe journal of the league, and a copy be sent to thefamily of the deceased, and to each of the dailypapers. H. A. SPENCEB,

y. 8. CUNNINGHAM,HENRY WILLIAMS,

Committee.

anchor of the soul, never for one momentis withdrawn from the operation of God'suniverse, and though man by his depravityin life may reap direful consequences, hewill be lifted out from the lowest depths ofmisery to the highest ultimate good.

The laws which govern the spiritualphilosophy, which beoame the anchor ofAmy Post's soul, and that of millions ofother mortals, can be read and compre-hended by any one who wishes. The lit-erature of Spiritualism is the greatest inthe world, its chief text-book being what isknown as the Bible. It is not surprisingthat Amy Post, with her tender, sympa-thetic heart, should have fallen a victimto many frauds and impostors. She knewthem when they came, but still

! gave to tham what she could, al-ways sending out " Mercy" to wrestle with" Depravity.'' Sho had much experiencewith spiritual frauds, for they have beennumerous since the revival of Spiritualismin modern days. But she lived to see theorganization of Spiritalist societies for theprosecution of such people, and hoped tosee the day on earth when the sublimeteachings of Spiritualism would be under-stood by the masses. Under its restrain-ing and hopeful influences she predictedthe future moral advancement of man-kind. She longed for the time when de-praved men and women could understandthe danger of quenching the spirit winchstrived with them for good, and yieldingto the spirit that led them into evil; forthe time when men could comprehendthat all their deeds in life are seen by" that innumerable throng of witnesses ' 'by whom we are continually surrounded.

And now that she has entered into thespirit land to continue her labors of love,the words of one who often heard the an-gel footsteps of his departed leved onesmay here find fitting place :

" O, though oft depressed and lonely,All my fears are laid aside,

If I but remembered onlySuch as these have lived and died."

At a special meeting of Douglass Leaguelast evening, the following honorarybeavers were appointed to attend thefuneral of the late Amy Post: J YVThompson, C. P. Lee, Rev. G. C. Carter^H. A. Spencer, Robert Epps, J. H. Arm-strong, F. S. Cunningham, H. J. Callig TPlatner. The following resolutions wereadopted:

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