The American patriot., 1855-11-24
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C. CARMAN, aged about 81 years.
Mr.. Carman was a native ofthe town Of Del
hi, in the State of New York, but for the last
if;con years had been resident of this town,
where by uniform course of manly conduct
and high.toned socia! intercourse be had won
the confidence Of his fellow.citizens, and drawn
close about him the love and kind regards Of
large circle Of devoted personal friends.
A close and confidential intimacy with the
deceased for number of years gave the wri.
ter an opportunity of Knowing him well, and
of fully testing the stability Of his character
and the integrity of soul with which he clung
to those alliances offriendship built upon the
conviction, that honor bright, sustained the
compact.
Socially, he was retiring and unpresumng,
cautious Of seeming forward-inviting APP
proaches by modest, courteous and digniiied
demeanor-possessed of quick perception and
a fine judgment, the attachments he formed
were discreet and lasting. A confidence once
established he was intelligent, tolerant and
communicative. He was cheerful host, plea.
SAINT visitor, and the life and soul Of frienship's
circle. In the pursuits Of life he was active
and zealous--honest and upright. Integrity
ofpurpose was the motive and justice the end Of
action. He was husband-dutiful and kind
How careful Of the wife Of his youth-how un.
tiring in his efforts TO render her happy and
comfortable, let the uniform gentleness and be.
nevoencc which characterized him at home,
and the generous munifcence with which that
home was blessed, tell He was father-and
the welfare of wife and children never crgross.
ed the attention nor reused the solcitous heart
of more devoted husband-a more kind and
affectionate parent. These, were the chief con-
Germs Of his ife, his last moments were bless
ed with their presence. While fever and pain
scorched and racked his noble frame, he forgot
it all in the presence Of his afflicted family and
chcered their spirits with comforting words
and pleasant assurance that he was "Content
to live, yet not afraid to die" Although he
was not connected with any branch Of the
Christian Church. he revercntly, under all cir
cumstances, and in every place, acknowledged
of Man, and bowed submissivcly to the dealings
of Providence. He took great delight in read
ing the Scriptures, with which he had made
himself familiar. IIc found in them that beau
tiful code Of morals which filled him with admi.
ration for their Divine author We have seen
him. in days gone by, bending over that treas
ured "old Office Bible" reading and rc-rcading
that sublimest of productions the Lords Prayc,
until tears bedcwed its sacred pages and til,
heart became too full for utterance, and turn
ing aside said to us, "Friend, it looks childish
in me to weep, but my mother taught me when
a child at her knees, to lisp the Lords Prayer,
and have continued, sinner though be, my
devotion to her teachings and the older grow
the more delight to ponder over that Book
from which she daily draws consolation, and
over which she prays for her wandering boy"
A mothers teachngs--oh, how sacredly he
cherished and revcrenced them through life,
under their genial influence his heart expan.
ded, and love and charity became growing
ornaments in his life-he shut not his hand t.
the needy, nor turned he away from the house
Of distress His name and his virtues will live
green in the memory Of many who knew him
only as their quiet but timely bencfactor.
| His brethren of the Order of Odd Fellows
and large concourse of friends accompanied
his rcmaias to their last resting place, where
he was entombed with The simple and beauti-
fnl service of that band Of Brothers who's,
charity and tears have been so frequently min
glcd of late over Their fallen brethren.
! He has gonc-he, whose merry laugh and
cheerful voice 50 lately greeted our ears, lies
pale, pulseless and cold in that narrow prison
house which awaits the coming of all the liv-
ing. He is dead. \ happy home is made desc
late,--the widows moan and the orphans
tears are the sad trophies Of the fell destroyer,
Death. May He who tcmpers the winds to tht
shorn lamb, have care for those on whom in his
Providence he has laid this heavy afl.ict!on,
and direct them to that fountain of all good,
from which "if a man drink he shall nevc,
di4." Let this sudden calamity admonish all Of
the uncertainty of life, and Of the necessity fol
constant preparation to meet death Peace
to the ashes of " my friend" n-r-D.
in the vicinity Of Clinton, at her resi-
dcncc of Yellow Fever, on lu sday night last,
Mrs. NANCY {. HENDRIX, aged 60 years.
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