The daily republic., 1853-08-27
DIED,

In the city Of New Orleans, on the morning Of
August 11th, of the prevailing epidemic, Mrs.
CATHERINE F., consort of Mr.. GEORGE WIN
DIE, and daughter of the Rev. WIN. AsHMEAD,
Of Charleston, South Carolina, and grand-daugh-
ter of the late Dr. FORESTER, of Wilmington,
Delaware, aged % years.
Death could hardly have singled out victim
whose early fate would excite more general sym
pathy than the subject of this brief and inadequate
tribute; and there are many whose hearts will
throb with no common grief when they see her
name on the list of the dead
Mrs. WMDLE had attained high reputation in
the South chaste and elegant imaginative
writer. Her beautiful pictures of Orleans life
were received with universal favor, and were ad-
mirable specimens of the exquisite texture of a
highly cultivated mind. In her death the lead
ing journals of that city lose one of their most
accomplished contributors.
But it is in the privacy of the domestic circle
that her loss is felt most deeply. Those who
knew her there cannot forget the angel virtues
which made her life world of light and joy--a
life now clouded, and Joy now lost.
She seemed to have no ends Of her own to
serve. Whatever success crowned her efforts, she
appears to have rejoced in it not as means of
self-indulgence, but simply ns it increased her
power of blessing others. There is so much of the
opposite spirit in the world, SO many living only to
serve private ends, that it would be well to pause
ana contemplate Lie emu OF SuCn all one. l1ef
death was beautiful example of self-sacrficing
benevolence, for she fell victim while laboring
to alleviate the miseries of the sick and dying;
and there was crowded into her brief life results
which will be her nobest monument.
The earth Isl settling down upon her cold remains,
those remains may moulder away, and the spirit
tby which they were animated may become abb
orbed into the great good of which it was lovely
and holy portion; but its influences are abiding.
There is for survivors spring of heavenly conso-
lation in the conviction that there was that in her
which could not die. Her virtues are still living
not merely in their vivid and weeping memory,
but they are living before God.
Gentle and lovely in person, devoted wife,
whole-hearted in her friendships, model of re-
fined and graceful womanhood, she has left the
unfading memory of her rare accomplishments
and eminent domestic virtues in bereaved and
sorrowing hearts. May her devoted love, her
constant benevolence be cherished by her desolatc
family, that they may bring to future companion
ship the seed if not the fruit which she daily
scattered in their hearts. The suffering sick Of
New Orleans, among whom she labored so zeal
ously, will hear her voice no more. In her stead
are vacancy and silence. The literary journals of
that city to which she was SO efficient contribu-
tor-giving them character by her fine scholar
ship--will feel her loss most deeply
Gone home! We weep for those who mourn
For the crushed hearts of those she loved;
But not for her by angels borne
To far happier home above.
Gone home! gone home! Oh, let that thought
The bitter flood of anguish stay,
And be each memory of her fraught
With power to cheer lifes weary way.
M. J. w.
WAsHINcToN, August 25, 1853.
In New Orleans, on Friday, the 10Th instant, at
o'clock, p. M. of yellow fever, in the 30th year
Of his age, JOHN G.. CROUCH, native of
Richmond, Virginia.