Henry Bibb is Dead.

[The following letter received at Dawn, we are sorry to say, too late to be complied with, explains itself:]

WINDSOR, AUGUST 1st, 1854

DEAR BRETHREN, JOSIAH HENSON, FREDERICK DOUGLASS, GEORGE CARY, AND OTHERS:—In the midst of life we are in death.—While we are commemorating the day that disenthralled 800,000, liberates the spirit of one of the most efficient and faithful representatives of nearly 4,000,000 slaves in our United States. The
much lamented Henry Bibb, no more mingles his voice with ours, in faithful pleadings for the enthralled of our land. The slave and his friends have lost a friend, whose melting pathos, in eloquent pleadings for the oppressed, still lives, in the hearts of
thousands,—

"That have leaped, to answer back his words, As leaps the warriors at the shine and flash of kindred swords."

At 3 o'clock this morning, it devolved upon me to perform the sad office of closing his eyes in death. No doubt he is now a happy spirit in Heaven. "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord; yea, saith the spirit, for they do rest from their labors, and their works do follow them." At the request of his bereaved widow, I write you, earnestly requesting that the names addressed will, without fail, come on the evening's train, or on the first train to-morrow morning.

Yours in affliction,

LAURA S. HAVILAND.