DIED..
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At New York, Monday morning, at II
o'clock the Rev. JOHN SUMMERFIELD, in the
27th. year Of his age, and the eighth year Of his
ministry.


Every one who knew him, loved him, and will
mourn The Christian Church will MOURN
And with the numerous denomination to which
he shone like ametcor of heavenly light, his loss
will be irrcparable He was indeed q meteor;--
he shot upon us in 4 twinkllng; shone as it were
but for moment, and sunk to rise upon the
world no more. He was native of the neigh
borhood of Manchester, England, i'll the 9th.
year of his age, and the eighth Of his ministry.
Of his personal appearance we need not speak.
Who that has seen him, but retains distinct
impression of his graceful form, his comely fea-
lures, and the sweet bengnity of his countenance
beaminp as it were celestial light! of his char
acter we speak not. Who that has known him
ever knew being partakng of the frail nature
of humanity more spotlcss and lovely! of his
cloquence we need not speak Who that has
listened to the silver tones of his voice, the fer
vent rains of his manner, and his soul-moving
eIoquence-but has felt his bosom thrill within
him. as he wiped the gushing tear from his check.
But he is no more. That form Of beautiful sym
etrv is laid low:-that countenancc which but a
few weeks since bcamcd with intelligence aud
grace, is now cold and pallid-that tongue whose
every movement was melody, is mute Bat al
ter all, we should not grieve too much, for


s'Tis great to pause and think.
III what brighter world than this his spirit shines
How very near he is 10 Jesus. For sure he must
| be near


To him in heaven, who did SO love his name on
earth


And now he's wash'd his mortal car and sins away,
And now he drinks the consultations ola Saviour's


love,


And nov he tunes his voice to angel themes.
And now he joins band, the rapture of whose
song


I An Angels mind can scarce imagine
| He has suffered much bodily pain and anguish
during his illness, but while his reason was not
driven from her empire, he bore it with the meek
ness and patience Oft lamb. Not sigh nor a
murmr escaped his lips, but all was calm, serene
and bright, when he closed his eyes in death, as
the last rays of the setting sun glanced from the
west upon the mellow light Of autumnal clouds


[Com .4dc.


At Rome, aged about 46, the Princess Bor-
ghese, the favorte sister of the late Napole n
Bonaparte.


The following obituary notice of q lady, de-
pressed by the iron arm of misfortune from wealth
and station, and happiness, to poverty, scclusion.