came running to the carriage, to bid farewell to his master and mistress, as he called us. We saw him then for the last time.
In February following, he was taken sick and suddenly died. And though no earthly relations were near him, many felt that they had lost an unwavering, Christian friend. The church saw one of her best and most useful members removed.
The day he was buried was intensely cold and stormy. Some of the most respectable gentlemen of the village bore him to his grave, while others felt it a privilege and honour to attend him to his resting-place among the dead. A friend and neighbour placed a silver plate upon his coffin, with the inscription,—
(Jacob Hodges, a respectable coloured man, aged eighty.)
He rests from his labours, and his works, do follow him.
On the Sabbath following Jacob's decease, the Rev. Mr. Thompson, who succeeded me author in the pastoral relation
