OF HUMPHRY MARSHALL. 49J 



of his favourite plants. In tracing those walks with his friends, 

 pointing out the botanical curiosities, and reciting their history, he 

 took the greatest delight to the last. 



But even while yielding to the infirmities of age, he continued 

 to take a lively interest in whatever concerned the welfare and 

 progressive improvement of society. Among the latest manifesta- 

 tions of his zeal, in that behalf, may be mentioned his co-operation 

 with some active philanthropists in procuring the erection of a 

 county alms-house, for the accommodation of the sick and infirm 

 poor ; and especially, the aid and counsel he afforded, in projecting 

 and organizing that valuable institution for the education of youth, 

 the West-town Boarding School, established by the Society of 

 Friends, near the close of the eighteenth century. 



His life having been protracted to a good old age, Humphry 

 Marshall finally sank under an attack of dysentery, on the 5th 

 of November, 1801, aged seventy-nine years and twenty-five days. 

 His second wife survived him nearly twenty -two years ; haying 

 died August 6th, 1823, at the age of eighty-two. Humphry, and 

 both his wives, were interred in the same burial-ground with his 

 parents, at the Bradford Meeting-house : but, as no stone, nor other 

 sepulchral memorial, was tolerated by the Society to which he be- 

 longed, the precise spot where his remains repose, is already 

 difficult to be ascertained, and will soon be wholly merged in doubt 

 and uncertainty.* 



In person, Humphry Marshall was above the medium size, 

 erect and robust, with features strong yet regular; his forehead 

 square and ample. His eyes were dark gray ; his hair dark, in- 

 clining to sandy; his mien rather grave and reserved, but his 

 manners inspiring respect, confidence, and esteem. A son of one 

 of his most intimate friends, in Philadelphia, writing to the editor, 

 under date of November, 1847, says, " I well recollect that vene- 

 rable man, in his visits to the house of my father ; and although I 

 was then a child, I was peculiarly struck with his deep-toned and 

 tremulous voice : he was my ideal of a sage who had given his 

 days and nights to meditation and study." 



* The following passage, in reference to cemeteries, and memorials of the 

 departed, is from the pen of that eminent and estimable lady, the late Deborah 

 Logan: " I know of nothing with respect to the polity of Friends, and the care 

 of their institutions, that I think so exceptionable as their disregard of a decent 

 attention to the places of interment belonging to their Society. 71 



