Mrs. ANN E. HARRIS, wife of Col. J. W. Harris, and daughter of Col. Thos. N. Hamilton, died at her residence in Cass Co., Ga., on the 27th Oct., 42 years of age.  For twenty years she was a professor of our blessed religion, and gained by her faith, and holy life evidence of a living union with Christ.

For a number of years she was a communicant of the Baptist Church.  The bereaved and heart broken husband, in accordance with the advice of friends and from a conviction of duty, having become a Local Preacher in the Methodist E. Church; the loving wife unsolicited and with the paramount desire to promote the husband’s usefulness, and the piety of her household, attached herself to the Methodist Church.

Greatly did she delight in the ordinances, and ministrations of that church, and during the last summer she rejoiced over the conversion of her eldest child, and the popular and successful pulpit labors of her beloved husband.  Surrounded by the comforts of wealth and safety, entrenched in the affections of kindred and neighbors, she presided in her happy home, dispensing the amenities and charities of social life, with the consciousness that God’s approval directed and consecrated her efforts, when alas! For friendship, and all the hope of love, Death suddenly and unexpectedly came, despoiling in an hour, the earthly treasure of a loving, confiding family.  On Sabbath night the parents of the deceased who were making a visit, the husband, wife, and children were all collected around the hearth, enjoying the converse of one of those meetings, that every member is emulous to contribute its share to the pleasure of the whole.  The reunion of a Christian family, which more resembles the gathering around “The Father’s Throne,” than any assemblage known to our afflicted earth.  From such a meeting she retired at the accustomed hour, fearing no evil, and when the morning came there was a little infant added to that household, but the Mother was sleeping in death.  She had no time to say farewell, or even to greet with a mother’s blessing the newly born babe.

How solemn is death in its gradual approach.  How mournful even when anticipated!  But under these circumstances how impressively it enforces the lesson “Be ye also ready.”  There is no doubt but the deceased was ready, that her lamp was “trimmed and burning,” and at the voice of the Bridegroom she entered her home in heaven.  Her stricken family are in tears, but all tears are wiped forever from her eyes.  To them earth seems wearisome, but she is where the “weary are at rest.”  They are still probationers, but she has entered the upper temple to go no more out forever.—With her the pilgrimage of life is closed and futurity opens to her eyes the radiance of a sublimer state of being, amid the splendors of which, the vision of earthly friends is lost in endless perspection.

May the God of all grace bring the husband and four surrounding children to her embrace in the kingdom of glory.

W. H. F.