232 John Bookman. 



choly tidings the very music sounds to me like a 

 dirge. 



Gen. McD., of this State, and the P n's, of Co- 

 lumbia, are here on a visit to their sister, Mrs. McD., 

 who lies ill in the room adjoining our's, and we have 

 their attentions and sympathies. 



If Julia could gain strength enough to travel 

 very slowly over these mountains, we might yet 

 take her to her home, 



May God direct and aid us, and give us fortitude 

 to bear the heavy impending bereavement. 



Many of the visitors at the Red Sulphur would 

 willingly have accompanied Dr. Bachman in his 

 tramps after game for his daughter, but they saw that 

 to weary himself in her service helped his sad heart. 



The children were on the watch for his return, 

 and would run to the foot of the hill to bring home 

 the birds for him, and were well pleased to get in 

 return a pleasant word or smile. They would 

 linger around, too, if the carriage stood at his cot- 

 tage door, to catch a glimpse of his daughter's lovely 

 face. 



The beauty that attracted so much attention has 

 been described thus : 



"Features regular and classic; complexion fair 

 and transparent ; hair of a rich brown, worn in light 

 curls ; eyes full and expressive a true grey (always 

 changeful in color) ; the mouth delicate and well 

 formed." But a face like hers, when lighted up by 

 the soul, possesses a spiritual beauty, that neither 

 brush nor pen could ever portray. 



Soon a day came when the invalid was too weak 



