DIED.

On Friday, the 12th of May, MARIA LUCILE only child of Mr. and Mrs. F. P. GRAY, aged nine months and three days.

Death is hard to bear when its angel breathes upon the face we love; but fond father, loving mother, she is gone in her infancy, she is, therefore, gone in her purity.  Never again will the mother clasp to her heart the childish form; no more will she gaze upon those features which will haunt her day thoughts, and mingle with her every dream; no longer can she look upon her babe as subject to the tempests and storms upon life’s restless waters.  But with a Christian’s deep and trusting intuition, she must know that about her child Christ’s arms are now enfolded; that upon its face His eye is resting with the same Godlike tenderness that prompted Him to “Suffer little children to come unto me.”  Yes, secure evermore, the lovely bud is now in another clime, where its beauty will never fade, but will grow brighter and more beautiful in its Home beyond the river.

She died yet is not dead,
Thro’ pearly gate, o’er golden street,
She went her way with shining feet,
Go ye and thither tread.