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most delicate constitution. Of their moral and religious culture slie 

 never lost sight nor spared an effort for its promotion. She had many 

 years before attached herself to the Rev. Mr. Broolces Church on 

 Fourth street, and that excellent divine never failed to administer 

 cheering consolations through every vicissitude of an anxious life, until 

 the hour of her death. Well do we remember meeting this lady one 

 morning upon the street, and paused a few moments in exchange of 

 salutations. She looked a little care-worn, and depressed from over 

 anxiety, we thought, but did not discern that her health was visibly 

 failing. After a few moment's passing conversation, we separated, pro- 

 mising to make each other an early visit. But we never met again! 

 A few weeks afterward we picked up the morning Gazette, and read 

 therein the demise of our friend. How inscrutable are the ways of 

 divine Providence I They are truly past finding out. She whom we 

 had promised to call upon so soon with our family was now in the 

 grave I As we stood by her tomb and read the inscription, remem- 

 bering the many virtues of this noble woman, the tear drop, unbidden, 

 had found its way down our cheek. In life our friendship had been 

 sincere and faithful ; but so it is : 



'•Friend after friend departs; 

 Who hath not lost a friend? 

 There is no union here of hearts 

 That finds not here an end." 



Should these lines meet the eye of any of the devoted children of this 

 Christian woman, they will, we know, drop a tear to the memory of as 

 kind a mother as the portal of the grave ever closed upon. 



The next grave to which our attention became attracted was tl at of 

 a victim to intemperance. By sight and reputation we had known 

 him well. He had a large circle of acquaintances by whom he was 

 much respected and beloved. We felt serious in contemplating the 

 untimely fate of this young man. He had a generous heart, but his 

 energies were wrongly directed. 



But he heeds not now our pity for his foibles, nor our lamentations 

 for his early death. He is alike insensible to our censure or our praise j 

 and, save in the recollection of a few, is forgotten ! 



^' No further seek his merits to disclose, 

 Or draw his frailties from their dread abode." 



Near by was the grave of a child. Upon a marble slab the sculptor 

 had chiseled out a lamb, sleeping in alabaster repose; emblematical of 

 tiio little innocent sleeping beneath. On this stone was the name of 



''Willie!" 



