OBITUARY.
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Departed this life, at Cecilton, Md. on Satur~
day night, Jan. Goth after an illness oftwenty four
hours, Mrs. PHEBE II. NOWLAND, wife of AL
FRED C. NOWLAND, Esq. and eldest daugh-
ter of Hyland b. Pennington, Esq. Merchant Of
that village, in the 24th year OF her age. Her
remains were deposited in St. Stephens Church
yard on Monday, the 22d of January, attended
by her numerous relatives and friends.


The death of this truly amiable lady, has left
a chasm in Society that will long remain. To a
temper unusually mild, she united sweetness
and gentleness ofmanners that fascinated all who
became acquainted with her. Her mind was
stored with all the requirements that could be
derived from polite education; her judgment
was beyond her years, and she was looked up to
as an example Of prudence and discretion in the
polite circle in which she moved. At the age
of nine years she lost an affectonate mother, and
her surviving parent placed her at the female
seminary at Lets, in Pennsylvania, where she
took very pious turn, and on her return home
from the seminary, at the early age of fourteen
years, she united hersclfto the Methodist Church,
Of which she continued a worthy member, until
her GOD, of hisinfnifc wisdom, called her to his
own bosom. The poor Of the neighbourbood
have often felt the liberalty Of her disposition.
She has frequently been known to visit them in
their sick rooms, and give her mite, and to attend
to see their wants alleviated. She has LETT to
mourn her loss an atectionate husband, father,
brothers and sisters. In short she possessed
all the virtures of truly amiable and femenine
character; and her loss will be sincerely mourn
ed by all who knew her.


Nor genial sun nor blooming flower,


Nor summers breeze, as DER thy grave,


1t softly sweeps, at dewy eve,


Still watts affections deepest sigh,


Still shall memory linger nigh,


And weep, forever weep the severed tie.