From the Culliyator. 



OBITUARY OF PROF, NORTON* 



Misfortunes never come singly. We had scarcely laid 

 down our saddened pen, and cast an earnest look into the 

 already darkened future, when another in the bloom of 

 his maturity, was called hence. Calmly, peacefully, 

 trustingly, he has passed to the land of v his faith, to the 

 home of the blest, leaving regret to border the pathway he 

 had trod, and tears to water in vain the hopes which his 

 usefulness had awakened. Prof. Norton is dead, aged only 

 thirty. 



" Those the gods love, die young, 



But they whose hearts are dry 



As summers' dust, burn to the socket." 



The lives of the truly great are always instructive, and 

 could we read them rightly, would teach us useful les- 

 sons, both in the sublime results which attend their labors 

 and in the mode by which their greatness has been at- 

 tained. While one whose talents and accomplishments 

 have distinguished him among the wise men and schol- 

 ars of his day lives, we admire only the proofs of his ge- 



