Died.

On Wednesday night, the 10th instant, at 11:45, at his residence in Cartersville, Georgia, after a protracted illness of seven weeks, surrounded by a large number of warm and sympathizing friends, Mr. A. W. Baratt, peacefully breathed his last.

Mr. Baratt came to our city from New York on the 16th of July 1882, as the superintendent of the Pyrolusite Manganese Company. He had been in our midst only about one year when he took fever, which becoming complicated with other diseases of a very serious nature, resulted in his death.

During his short stay, he, by his gentlemanly deportment, easy manner and uniform politeness, together with a general exhibition of high toned character and moral worth, won the confidence and esteem of the whole community. He was recognized by all as an honest, truthful and intelligent gentleman, a quiet and peace-loving man. His ready, pleasant smile, and hearty grasp of the hand, spoke more loudly than words his great love for his friends. His devotion to the interest of his employer, and his square dealing with all men proved him to be an honest man, the noblest work of God. His standing in the community was proven by the attention he received during his long sickness, and by the large number of good, substantial citizens who filled his room at the time of his death, anxious to do something to alleviate his suffering, in each of whose faces was written the deep sorrow which filled their hearts, while their souls were silently praying for the comforting and saving presence of that God and Savior, who had so graciously visited him during his sickness and revealed unto him His willingness to save him. Mr. Baratt died without any dread of the future; he expressed his entire confidence and trust in the mercy of God. He understood well the plan of salvation through a Redeemer. His only trouble was that which is natural to every good man, his anxious thought was for his loved wife and dear little children. With him it was hard to give them up. He left a wife and two little daughters to mourn his departure and a host of friends who will long remember his noble qualities. May He who tempers the winds to the shorn lambs be the solace of the broken hearted wife, and a father to the orphans, raising up for them friends, and leading them constantly beside the still waters and in the green pastures of his love.

--A Friend.