It devolves upon me to communicate an unwelcome message. Our beloved Sr. Betsey, wife of Bro. A. R. Morse, fell asleep in Jesus, on the morning of Dec. 8th, at half past seven, in the fifty-fourth year of her age. She had nearly prepared breakfast, when probably an artery burst, and, in a moment, life was extinct. The bereavement, is a severe affliction to Bro. Morse, yet he mourns not as one without hope; for she sleeps in Jesus.
Brethren from Sutton, Hardwick, Wolcott, Stowe and Waterbury, attended her burial. Bro. Butler improved from these words: "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them." Rev. xiv, 13.
"This aching head is at rest,
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet immovable breast
Is heav'd by affliction no more."
Morristown, Vt. HIRAM BINGHAM.