DIED, in this city, on Saturday morning last, GEORGE W. MILES, a printer, who served his apprenticeship at the business in this office. – George, before partially losing his mind from the ravages of disease, gave promise of great proficiency in his trade.  He was a good, steady and industrious boy, against whom we never found cause for complaint.  He served us faithfully and satisfactorily until he was forced, by bad health, to abandon, or almost so, the art of type-setting.  Last year he professed a change of heart and joined the Baptist church in this city, of which he remained a member until his death.  His disease continued to prey upon him unchecked until the day of his death.  His mind became greatly impaired and his physical system was forced to succumb to the pressure of the mental.  Poor George, it is a sad duty for us to record his death—in the days of young manhood—in the springtime of life—he has been called away, we trust, to a state of freedom from suffering and of happiness unalloyed.  He leaves an aged and widowed mother and two sisters and brothers behind him trudging along after him to the grave, weeping while they cherish his memory, and rejoicing in hope of again meeting him, where
Sickness and sorrow, pain nor death,
Are felt and feared no more.