“Doings in Bartow—Linwood.”

After some weeks of silence, we will endeavor to write a short piece to your valuable paper. Sickness and bereavement have caused a pang in our hearts, that will never be healed. The death of our dear son John T. Edwards, occurred on the second morning of this month. He had been afflicted over five years, but with few exceptions was always up and able to attend to the business he was engaged in, and always with promptness. He was taken with la grippe the 15 th of January, but never was confined to his bead. He walked about the house the day before he died and was as cheerful as usual, went to bed as usual, and died at 4 o’clock the second morning of the month in the most triumphing faith in the Living God. He was ready and often spoke of death as if he was preparing to take a journey.

Though his chair around the hearth-stone is vacant, and his sweet voice is heard no more in song and conversation, yet we feel he is resting from pain and labor, singing the sweet songs of the angels around the throne, and some sweet day, we will see him again, where all will be peace and happiness, and where no pain or sorrow will ever come.

Blessed thought, O! may we all be as ready as Thaddie was, is my prayer.