I SIT down to inform the friends of sister Alvira McLenan, of Norfolk, that she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus on the 24th inst. At her funeral, yesterday, a short discourse was delivered by the writer from 1 Thess. iv, 18, to an attentive and weeping congregation.
The subject of this notice was converted when she was seven years old, and baptized when she was eleven. She, with her parents, were deeply interested in the first and second angels' messages, and three years ago, she embraced the third also. She has lived a pattern of piety since that time. She was patient and resigned in her protracted sickness. She meekly resigned her husband and child into the hands of the Lord and died in hope of soon being raised to enjoy the blessedness of the New Earth and its immortal inhabitants. She was 22 years old.
So another youthful jewel has fallen; but the saint says,
"Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grasp, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains."
H. G. BUCK.
Buck's Bridge, Nov. 25th, 1854.