Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-08-02
A Good Man Fallen !

We do not know when we were more
shocked, than when we heard last week of
the death of the pure, the excellent, the gal
liant Champion of Reform-Rev. D. S. RICH
ARDsoN,-one of our State Temperance Lee
~turersl
He was the first to take the field last May,
in behalf of the great Temperance Reform,
taking in charge a large District over which
to labor until the 1st of August. Ably and
successfully did he prosecute the arduous du-
ties he had assumed, convincing and gaining
advocates to the cause wherever he spoke
He had gotten nearly through his number of
Counties, when warned by the approach of
disease he FASTENED to his home in the hope
of recruiting in a few days so as to beable to
resume the work. But alas! his time had
come-the ripe shock of wheat was ready for
the garner, and he was called away to "rest
from his labors," and where the tender SEN
sibilities of his soul will no more be shocked
by the blighting influence of Intemperance.
He died at work in the cause of God and hui
manity, and he has been called to the good
mans reward.
We had the pleasure of an acquaintance
with Bro. Richardson, and though it was not
a very intimate one, yet we had found him to
be a man of the most noble, generous impul-
ses, of ardent temperament, of conscientious
impulses, and thoroughly imbued with the
spirit of his Master. He was a faithful Min
lister, a bold Reformer, a true-hearted Chris
tian. In his death the Church has lost az
able and pious Preacher, the cause oftemper
ance a faithful and efficient advocate, and SO
ciety one of the best of men.
To his afflicted family in their sad bereave
ment, we offer our most sincere sympath
and coincidence. May He who is " a fathe
to the fatherless and the widows friend,
console them in their melancholy ~privatiol
knowing that they have the glorious consoli
ton that, while she cannot again come
them, they may go to him."
Of him it may be sung as of the ~illustriol
Whitfield:
Hail, happy saint on thine immortal throne,
Possessed of glory, life and bliss unknown
We hear no more the music of thy tongue,
Thy wonted auditories cease to throng.
Thy sermons, lectures with such ardor flowed,
And every bosom with devotion glowed
Thou dids't in strains of eloquence refined,
Infame the heart and captivate the mind,
Unhappy, we the setting sun deplore,
So glorious once, but an it shines no more.
The following from the Christian Intel
gencer, at Cleaveland, is all the notice
havereceived ofthe death of Bro. Richardsc
|, DEATH OF THE Rev. A. Fl. RICHARDSON.
1t is with feelings of deep regret that
announce the death of the Rev. A. II. Ri
ardson, of Montgomery, who departed this
a short time since, at his residence in Mo
: gomery county, N. @. 1t has been but
!, short time since he was here and delivel
!, us a lecture on the subject of temperan
! and while here he was suffering sever
: from disease and we heard one Of our D
Y %sicians advise him to desist travelling,
he was dangerously i'll. Nothing has occ
red of late that struck US with such profor
sensibility as this sad intelligence, for it v
: apparently but Yesterday that W bod
= bered with the pale nations of the dead
; Truly the expression lin the midst of
Q we are in DEATH is verified in this instan,
r but there is a consolation that whilst i
our loss it is his gain