The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1849-05-23
OBlTU AIRY.


1t becomes our melancholy duty to record
the death Of an intimate and dear frend--one
whom we have known for years, and in whose
society we have spent many pleasant hours.
Miss SARAH B. LApD is no more She left
this city, where she had been spending some
time in visiting her friends, on Monday the LIST
Of the present month, and Ger the week had
closed, death had lain his cold and icy hand
upon her fair brow.
Miss Ladd was born in Richmond, Virginia,
and in 1871 removed to Mount Jackson, She
nandoah county, in that State, where, in tho
family Of her brother-in law, Col. r. M. Conn,
she lived until the period of her visit to Du-
buque, sometime in September last
The circumstances connected with her visit
to this city, are peculiar and intcresting;-par-
ticularly SO, as illustrating the Providences of
God in the salvation of precious souls. Her at
tention became awakened to tha Importance of
Religion, during the revival in the Congrega-
tional Church, and with many others, she pub.
lcly protested her faith in the Savior, and uni
ted herself with that Church.
From the time this hope of blessed immor-
tality took possession Of her soul, it became u
living principle within her, r1anifesting itself
in all her acts, and thoughts and desires, and
flowing out in beautiful and perfect exempli-
fcation of all the christian virtues She be.
came strongly attached to the people Of God,
and her exalted piety, as we'll as her naturally
1mlaOly OlspOSltlOn, won tor ncr many warm
and valuable friends.
Little did tho: friends think, when giving the
pal ting hand and bid hera fond adieu, that she
was 20 soon to take farewell of earth, and enter
upon the glories of the eternal world.
She died on Sunday morning. the 7th Of the
present month, on board the steamer Oriental,
just before reaching Louisville, Ky.
She suffered but few hours, from that fell
disease, the Cholera, and her blissful spirit
took its everlasting flight to that happy world
where pin, and sorrow, and death arc known
no more forever!
Her heart had been filled with the pleasing
anticipation of re union with her dearest
earthly friends; but at the mandate of the God
she worshipped, she joyful)y relinquishcd ose
friends, to join with those Of kindred nature
around the Heavenly throne.
The testimony of clerg lyman, who was pre-
sent, is, that she gave the most triumphant
evidences Of the power Of religion to sustain in
the most trying hour Her last words were,
"Tell my friends to meet me in Heaven"
"When into dust, like dewey flowers departed,
From our dim paths the bright & lovely fade
The fair in form-the pure-tho gentle hearted
Whose looks within the breast a Sab tn ma de
How, like a whisper the lnconstant wind,
The memory Of their voices stirs the mind!
We hear the song, the sigh, the fitful laughter,
That from their lips in balm were wont to flow T.,
'Aon AAoPo oeS uiliAS wing lucy HuIlieo utter,
And drank her syren music, long ago.
When Joys bright harp to sweetest lays was
strung,
And pourd rich numbers for the lov'd & young.
When the pale stars are burning high in heav'n :,
When the low night-winds kiss the Towering
tree,
And thoughts are deepening in tho hush of even;
How soft those voices on the heart will be!
They breathe of rupturos that Lave bloomed
and died
Of sorrows by remembrance sanctiGod.
Yet when the loved have from our pathway
vanished,
What potent magic can their smiles restore?
Like some gay sunburst, by the tempest ban
isked,
They passed in darkness-they will come no
more;
Unlike the day beams, when the storm hath fed ,
No light renewed breaks on their lowIy bed
And yet what mourner, tho the thoughtful eye,
Be dim and tremuous with bvrning tears,
But should with rapture gaze upon the sky,
Thro'whose far depths the spirits wing careers:
There light immortal DER their home is flung,
Who fade from earth while yet their years arc
young.