“Grassdale.”

What a happy world this would be if there were no sad events to chronicle, but alas! It has been otherwise decreed. After a lingering illness of eight weeks, on the night of the 22d, just as one day gives place to another, Miss Bettie Gibbons, the eldest daughter of Mr. G. R. Gibbons, quietly fell asleep and has gone to join a precious mother and dear sister, who are watching and waiting to welcome her to a better land, and now she is happy with them and her beloved Savior, whom she has so long and faithfully served. She was truly possessed of the many qualifications it takes to make an ideal woman. Her large heart was so full of love and sympathy, as to take in all with whom she came in contact. Her ever present thought was for the comfort and happiness of others.

How she will be missed in that home. She has been the eyes to her aged father as his grew dim. Many have been the pleasant hours she has entertained him, by reading some favorite author or the secular news of the day. To her two sisters, who have been so afflicted her strong arm has ever been ready to shield them and administer to their wants; to the homes of her married sisters she always brought sunshine by her happy disposition, and to her brother, who was her companion and playmate through childhood will her memory be very precious. Her life was an inspiration to noble living, her death an encouragement to the sublime hope of the gospel. May God’s richest blessings rest on those who mourn.