Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1851-05-17
from the Eutaw Democrat.
OBITUARY,

DIED at the residence of Capt. John c. John
ston, near Eutaw, Alabama, on the Sd inst, Miss
AUGUSTA +. CHAPLIN, in the Gath year of her age.
This interesting young lady was a native of Go
shen, Connecticut, and emgrated to this State
about four years ago, in company with her sister.
She engaged as teacher in the Female Acad-
envy of this place, where she remained for nearly
two years in the faithful discharge of her duties
She much admired as teacher, and unver-
sally loved by her pupils.
Three years ago she became professor of reli-
gion, and attached herself to the Protestant Epis-
copal Church, in which she was communicate at
the time of her death. Her conduct as a christian
was exemplary, and her piety undoubted. While
others of the gay and giddy throng of her youth
full associates, were yielding to the eyanescent
pleasures of earth-she sought comfort and plea
sure alone from Him, whose bounty is not of the
things of this world, and whose gifts are the be-
stowments of happy immortality. 1t was but yes
terday that we heard her gay and Joyous laugh,
and watched with pride the heavenly smile that
lighted her countenance But now, alas Death
has removed her from among us How sad the
reflection, that young and lovely, just en-
tering upon the theatre of womanhood with all
the endearments of life, richly clustered around
her should have been thus untimely borne away ?
Although she departed in distant land, far from
the home of her kindred and parents, sisters
kind hand cooled her fevered brow, and her bed
side was surrounded by those who loved her, for
her sake. Many bitter tears of sorrow were
shed, when her friends learned that she was soon
to be summoned to meet her COP. She babe them
''not TO eOeep-,for all is Brightness before me- -
she then gave them a fond adieu, and in peace
departed for brighter and better world Heaven
had opened its windows, unfolding to her bright
visions of immortal joys, and angels gathering
around the throne, with Harps atuned, to welcome
her home. Well might she, she did exclam
% Tell my friends in peace I die-meet me IN
Heagen. "
Since she is gone it is but the province Of poor
fraI mortality, to mourn her loss But why weep
for one, with hopes so bright, and who is now re
oicing in that realm where sorrow and weeping
is not known? Why weep for her, who has faded
from midst, with such joyous prospects Of
eternal happiness? The farest flower must with
en- the sweetest rose must die. Rather let us
weep for those who are left, the mournful inheri
tors of sorrow !; condemned to see our brightest
hopes vanish and forced to witness deaths mel
anchoy hue cast over our fondest idols Their
let US weep for ourselves and not for her who
sleeps and is at rest, and the couch whercon she
pillows her head is far above the skies.
"Weep not for me, kind sister,
My home is in the sky,
Where all sweet blessings cluster,
home for you and l.
"Weep not for me kind sister,
I'm going to Him on high;
Where, with angels I'll number,
To greet YOU, by and by.
sweep not for me kind sister,
| feel my Savior nigh;
Heaven has opendits window,
And in it babe me fly. P.