Nashville union and dispatch. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1866-1868, 1867-02-07

DFD-Atthe residence ofhs uncle, George W
Foster, in Florence, Alabama, on the night Of tn
I'D ult;, in the 18th year Of his age, DUECA :, n
son Of y. +. and A. +. Foster. X.
"a favorite son, dearly loved brother, aud
a genial companion has passed away. The
bitter grief Of parent, relative and friend. but
shows how highly he was esteemed in life, how
deeply he is mourned in death. So young. and
yet TO die! How sad Yet, % in the midst of
life we are in DEATH" We cannot divine why
one so hopeful, so promising, should be snatched
thus early in life from bright career; but must
submlssiyely bow TO the stroke Of Providence,
adopting the expressive language, which burst
in plaintive excipmatiOn from one Of bis sorrow :
stricken parents at the moment Of death " God
moves in mysterious way, has wonders to per-
form"
In a short earthly pilgrimage of fifteen years
he had completely won the hearts of all who
knew him. The father and mother can truly
say: lie i00s dutlfui son. Brother and sister.
that he 'oas az d6eotiORGte. kind brother. School
mates and friends, that he tuas true and de-
0ofed compaaion, Whether he studied, worked
or played, he was always in earnest; and his
manly virtues and noble bearing gained the love
and admiration Of all. And now that he is gone.
Oh! how we mourn his loss DUNCAN Dear
DUNCAN! We miss you. we miss you at home !;
we miss you at school, we miss you everywhere
that you were known. But the mother, for whom
every feeling was that of love, tenderness and
deep devotion, and to whose happiness every as
pTatiOn and ambition was directed, misses you
yet how much, ne words Orlanguage can express.
Mother! Devoted SON. No pr0uder eulOgium
But while we miss you on earth, smiling angels
welcome you above, and with your harp tuned
for the melodies Of eternity you chant the praises
Of lust and meTcitul God, in the bright Ely
stun, 10 which while dying, with feeble finger,
you pointed your loved little brother. How
selfish to mourn him but sorrow will flow u
tears and hearts will grieye for loved, but lost
ones. He has only gone before us, and If we
faithfully follow the example of his last days
upon earth we may expect, at death to meet him
in that blooming Paradise above, and with our
harp in hand, iOin in the sweet song of the re-
deemed in Christ. Even as we write the echo
seems scarcely to have died away, as we sat be-
side his dying couch and heard him repeat in
weak, but earnest accent, Our Father who art
in Heaven" etc. And when his speech had left
him, with folded hands, he listened with pa
thence and pleasure, to every cadence Of the same
prayer offered up by a sister to the throne Of
mercy, and at the conclusion gave look Of sat
isfaction aud submission. Such Temembrances
serve to point as TO his home in Heaven, to which
be beokons US come. We say. farewell noi1 Dun
CAN but we, too, soon will join you. where have
already gone many Of our loved ones, and there
where parting is no more. and the weary are at
rest ;" we shall live through the endless cycles Of
eternity. growing happier and better as ages roll
On, h.
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