Thibodaux minerva. [volume] (Thibodaux, La.) 18??-1858, 1853-11-12
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DIED, in Thibodaux, the 18th day of September
Miss CATHERINE ANN MCBRIDE, aged ID years months
and days.
1t is with than ordinary degree of sadness that we
are compelled to register the demise of this amiable
young lady The goodness of friends and acquant-
ances shine most conspicuousy when they are forever
moved from our sight" This old saying that it has
become almost proverb but in the absent one
now in question: this does not obtain goodness was
truly so conspicuous when living defy any enlargement
oni that she But her incomparaby good
qualities, her midnes gentleness amiabiy and obedience
all conspred to give her suavy of character that one
could behold and not admire and at the same time 40
deeply impressed with it remember it, But the maci-
nation cannot grasp at larger share of genuine female love-
illness than fell to her lot to inherit She appeared pure
to nhabit this terrestrial, and memorable death pucke and
God called her to celestial world. Religion the natural
element OF the human mind but in eminent degree
was natural to hers She had the christians faand
more: the christians hope. She died 4
only as christian can die-in constant prayer,
To Him whose nature is unbounded love,
Whose Light adorns the shining courts above,
Before whose awful presence, planets flee,
And mountains, trembling drop into the sea!
Give thy poor Kate the quicknings of thy grace
And light her with the radiance of thy face;
Rates joyful heart thy love proclaims
And chants the growing honors of thy name. EDWIN
DIED, near Thbodaux Of yellow fever, the Goth of
September 1853 Miss ELIZA SMITH, aged eight years and
nine MONTHS daughter Of John b. Smith, deceased of Nash
vile, Tennessee.
This young girl say lady, because she was but
child exhibited her death bed feeling resignation
which is seldom witnessed in those of maturer age When
told by her friends that she would recover she did not
seem to murmur, sad parting with the many brilliant
things and many friends and fond mother and brothers
was to her. But consoled herself with the bope Of meeting
her God in whose presence she also hoped meet her
beloved father who had preceded her death but few
days. She said many and very fine things like the one
whose death recorded this column exorted her
friends and particularly her mother and brothers to follow
her TO the land OF sweet delight" To be in her congena
element was to be in constant communion with her God
She looked to Him alone for that soothing balm of conso
alton which can make the dying die in peace.
While on the bed Of pain she lay,
Her every whisper seemed to say:
God take thy Lizzy to thy care,
To be with Thee and Pa, is now my only prayer.
When deaths cold hand had siezed tie prey,
Her placid countenance seemed to say:
see my Pa in yonder realm,
The abode Of God-farewel! I'm now in Heaven.
n Tho
26th Of October 1853, GEORGE J. IT, HUNTER son of VIM
and Octavia E. Hunter, aged months and % days "
And go death closed those little eyes-shrouded their
bright glances How sweetly he sleeps that little coveted
angel! How lightly curl the glossy ringets on his white
forehead You could weep your very soul away to think
those cherub lips will never never uncose vanIy you
clasp and unclap that passive darling hand that wandered
20 often over your cheek Vainy your angushed glance
strives to read the dim story Of love in those faded orbs
The voice. sweet winds blowing through wreated Shells
umbers for ever And still the world knocks at your
ioor and will let have peace It shouts your ear
IS chariots rumble by smiles broadly in your
ace mocks you the shrowd it meets you at
ne con at the gave and its heavy footsteps tramp up
md down. in the empty from whence you have borne
'our dead But comes in the hush of night to wipe
way your tears!
Wanted-ansel for heaven! Can you look up? Can you
year the splendor Of that sight? Ten thousand celestial
eings and your own radiant chinange in their midst
In his eyes glory light,
On his brow glory crown"
Wanted-ange for heaven! Cling not too closely to your
eautiful treasures, children Of earth!