The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1871-12-07

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without doubt, that will interest them, and
also be beneficial. We bespeak for this
Book a sale, both home and abroad, fully
as large as an American Book can possibly
obtain.
GoDEy for JASuARY.--We have been
favored with glance at the January nun.
Der for 1872 Of this popular magazine, and
can only say that We do not see how any
publisher can have tue courage to expend
the amount Of money that has been requir.
cd to ornament this Book without some
guaranty that it will be returned to him
with interest Not only 10 the embellish.
ing, but 10 the literary department, have
immense sums been expended Mr.. God.
ey has not as yet began to tire Of bis work
il this number is to be taken as an example
of bis eu@gy. Ahlthe departments, aud
there arc variety Of them, are conducted
with unusual vigor. It's publisher, BY his
experiences, fully compreheudiug the tastes
and wants Of those for whom he labors,
has made his Book as complete o ladies'
companion as can be produced from the
press. Every topic that can in any way
b of interest to woman finds o place
through the year in its pages. We notice
that Mrs. llopkiusou. Marion IIarland,
Louise Dorr and Miss Frost are the shin
ming lights in the literary department in
this number, aud we would not wish to
read better stories than they have given
their readers. 1t has now entered on the
last six months Of its forty.second year, as
brigh. aud as cheerful US its deserved pop
ularity cat can make it. Address L. A.
Cooley, N. E. Corner Sixth aud Chestnut
Sts., Philadelphia.
DIED In Robinson Township. this
county, Monday night, November 9th, Of
Pseudo lMmuunous Group, Henry L.,
aged 4 years, son Of John &. and Virginia
Ii. Cartmill.
II has ever been to US. under aay sad
oil circumstances, painful task to make
record Of DEATH Even when constrained
by q sense Of duty to the memory Of the
dead, aud respectto the living. to record
the death Of some worthy, valued friend.
who had passed bis MONDAY ofprime, and
whose days were in the "yellov leaf" or
whose locks had been Rhitened by tho
fross OF three'score, or more winters, we
sigh over fallen humanity, but weep not at
Fate's stern decree, for their hour had
come; but when, in the mysterious dispen.
sations Of our Heavenly Father, We see
some intelligent, sweet, interesting child,
just budding into beauty, full Of hope and
rich in promise, nipped BY an untimely
frost, we weep over its early doom and in
the bitterness Of woe, exclaim, "Oh! COP!
why is it thus9" But Thy will be done!
and tho Thou, "all for Thy Glory" hast
taken FROM the bosom Of our sorrowing
friends, their first orn-the- own sprigbt-
ly. promising little darling, aud bid bis
little form and smiling face, "For e'er on
earth to them" yet, we bow with rever-
ence at Thy will, knowing that Thou, in
Thine own way. past our understanding,
"Doeth all things we'll" To the bcreav.
ed family, relatives and friends, we tender
our beart'f sncerest sympathies. A.
P.S. Since the above was written, Mr..
aud Mrs. Cartmill, have lost their babe,
only two weeks old. Sorrow aud grief
never come siugly. A.
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