The weekly Anglo-African., 1859-11-19
OBITUARY.

LAIDE SMoTHERs, in the 18th year of her age.
In view of the future existence to which
we are all tending it seems expedient that
we enter upon the realities of an untried
life, by descending to the grave, thereby
initiating the Savior, whose burial made the
sepulchre the welcome receptacle of the re-
mains of those who, falling asleep upon the
bosom of Christ, awake to the enjoyment
of life parallel with that of Gods.
When death, that swift and at times un-
expected messenger, who laughs at our
| misfortunes and mocks when our fear COM
eth, who revels in the writings of de-
parting soul, and, like the unerring marks
man, buries his shaft deep into the human
heart, when he overtakes us, and demands
the payment of the debt to the uttermost
farthing, what tongue, what pen, can depict
the thoughts which come crowding upon
the mind, numberless as the grains of
sand It is well at such times if we could
adopt the expression, "Be ye always
readyW
We sustained peculiar relations to the
deceased, and had most excellent opportu-
mites to study her In her department at
home and abroad, as daughter, sister, friend,
and school-mate, she was noted for mild
ness of disposition, obedience, with pleas
ant words for all-modest, unassuming, po-
lite, and careful of the rights of others.
The attainments she made in her studies
never made her vain, and it was pleasure
to impart instruction to her, for the seed
fell upon good ground, During our inter-
course with her we never heard one harsh
word from her. That peacock vanity in
the matter of dress, which also finds rest
ing place in so many young hearts, and is
worshipped as an idol, while at the same
time winked at by older heads, found no
response in her bosom. Always neatly at
tired, with none of the nonsensical append
ages hanging about her, she appeared in
youth, in the excellence of wisdom, far
above her fellows in this direction So
much for being educated to realize the truth
that she was not born to futter in the SUM-
shine, like butterfly, but to live to leave
footsteps upon the sands of time"
But she is gone. Like the fragrant
flower which bloomed yesterday, fair to
look upon, cherished by all, yielded to the
cold touch of autumns frost, quietly folded
up her leaves and died. Death to her had
no sting, and in her demise the grave was
not victorious From the spirit land, where
"the weary at rest" and no temptations
come to lure the soul from the paths of
virtue, it would be sacriligeous to wish to
recall her back to earth, for all we can boast
here is but drop compared with one mo-
ment's happiness in the realms of eternal
felicity.
"The Lord gives, and the Lord taketh
away" and in the recognition OF this, me-
thinks the most obdurate heart beats in
humble submission However, we cannot
but feel deep and abiding sadness when
those we love drop around us like the vel
low leaf, and become the prey of mans
relentless foe.
"If it is the will of God that Ishall die
/ am willing to CO." were the words of our
young friend bat short season ere she
proved her willingness to die, by sweetly
breathing out her life, in the presence of an
angelic convoy, that poised on wing to es-
cort her home to God. The silver cord is
loosened and the pitcher broken at the
fountain, yet we mourn not as those with
out hope.
Her parents and friends have the salts
faction to know that her life was well spent.
She is gone from works to reward, and she
is now citizen of heaven.
Let us die the death of the righteous,
and let our last end be like hers.
PREcAUTIoNs.-The Hagerstown md
"Torchlight" says that the Governor of
tbot Sta+a hoe ordered tho Sheriff Of Wash