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Suddenly, in Baltimore, on Monday morn
ing, Capt Peter w. Chaille of the schr. Ex-
press from Snowhill, Md.


In Alexandra, ID. c., on the 4th of June.
Miss CoRNDLIA HopesoN, in the - wear Of
her age.


The bonds which unite heart with heart
have been broken--the last accents of friend
ship have been heard-the last embrace of
affection received. The flower has been
broken from the stem Of life, the rose has
faded, the May morning is now past, and they
that were joyous are weeping. The afflicted
and sorrowing friends attended to the last sad
Offices Of respect on Saturday, the 9th inst.
The funeral moved slowly on its way-the
prayers were said-the friends returned--Cor-
nelia came not with them, but lies there in
sepulchral darkness. What is our life? A
vapor Yet little while, and all that has
happened to our lamented friend will have
happened to us. Our "quick hearts will be
dead. J" and we shall be at rest. For short
time we shall be spoken of, but the things of
life will press in, and our names will soon be
forgotten. The sun will shine as brightly over
our graves as it now does around our paths.
The world will have the same attractions for
our friends as il had once for ourselves and
noU has for our children.
| turned aside to weep Then heard a
voice, saying, :" He that hath the Son hath
life )" am the resurrection and the life -
"Write, from henceforth, blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord; even SO, saith the Spirit,
for they rest from their labors and their works
dol follow them" AS the Lord liveth, the BODY.
which was once the residence of regener-
ated soul. and a temple of the Holy Ghost,
shall not be for ever in ruins, for the g dead
shall be raised, and this mortal shall pu, on
immortality"


Farewell, but not a long farewell:


In heaven may we appear,


The trials Of our faith to tell


In thy transported ear,


And sing with thee the eternal strain,
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,


s.