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DIED-At the residence of Mr. A. Uoon. CT, ln this city, on Monday morning, the IEth inst. Miss MARGARET RATCLIFF. ared lo years, daughter of Mr. John Ratelft' of Sslne county. The deceased was in tbe morning of human life and in the bloom of. youth, only day or two since, and the lily and the rose were seen sparkling on her check and no longer ago than Saturday eyeniny. all was health and sigor. She was violent. y attacked with Il bilious pleurisy on tbe same night-and in vain did the physicians exert their skill, and her associates and friends weep round her bed Death perform ed his office. In thirty-six hours from the first attaek, this interesting young lady bow ed her heod Ill endless peace, and now seeps the drcamless sleep of death. 0 Death. thou art lnexorshle. and when thy sscold hand ar- rests no composition sets the prisoner free.'' "l he morning flowers display their sweets,

 And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats,

 As fearless of the morning cold: Hipt by the wind's nntimely blast,

 Scoreh'd by the suns directer ray, The momentary gluries waste,

 The abort lived beauties die away. So blooms the human face divine,

 When youth it's pride of beauty showe; Farer than spring the colors shine,

 And sweeter than the virgin rose. But worn by slowly rolling years,

 Or broke by sickness in day, The fading glory disappears,

 he short lived beauty dies away But these, new rising from the tomb,

 " ith ustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever during bloom,

 Safe from diseases and decline. Let sickness bast--let death devour-

 II Heaven must recompense my pains, Perish the grass, and fade the flowers,

 If firm the word of God remains.'

 A. M.s Little Rock, Feb. I6, 1886.