Administrator’s Sale.

Will be sold at the plantation of M. M. Carswell dec’d., near Pittard’s Mills, on Friday the 24th inst.:

Fattening and Stock Hogs, Wagon, Corn, Fodder, Oats, Household and Kitchen Furniture, Farming Utensils, &c.

B. H. Leeke, Adm’r.
Dec. 15

Also on the first Tuesday in January next before the Court House door, in Cassville—I will rent the Farm, hire out the Negroes, and sell one No 1 Mule and Buggy belonging to said estate.  Eight or ten other likely Negroes to hire on the same day, if not disposed of privately.

B. H. Leeke
Administrator
Dec. 15

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December 23, 1858
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DIED

In Cassville, Ga., on the evening of the 6th of December, MATTHEW M. CARSWELL, (late of Burke county, Ga.,) in the 22nd year of his age.

“Death loves a shining mark,”—and plucks the loveliest flowers first.  Possessed of a mild and amiable disposition, together with those noble traits of character which shine brightest where the possessor is best known—it is not surprising that he had many friends, and was emphatically the loved one at home.  Memory loves to linger on his many virtues, and will oft drop a tear o’er his early grave.

Scarce two years ago, he led a youthful bride to the altar and there pledged his faithful vows.  Little did the group of merry friends, then assembled, or the wife of his bosom, think, so soon, their bright hopes, and joyous anticipations, would be crushed by death’s icy hand, and he, wedded to the tomb.  But alas, alas! such is life.  The funeral procession treads close upon the bridal party, and the tones of the lute and viol have scarcely died away before the requiem for the dead comes swelling after.  O! how rapidly good and evil, light and darkness, chase each other in this world of ours.

But we sorrow not, as those who have no hope—we have a hope, a glorious hope of meeting thee, thou departed one, in the home of the good, where the “weary are at rest.”

His disease being of a protracted nature, he had time for meditation and prayer—which was by no means unimproved. –He loved to hear the songs of Zion, and would frequently join, (in his feeble way,) in singing the praises of God. He loved to hear the blessed promises of the gospel and delighted in prayer.

Life had for him many charms—bright dreams of coming bliss—bright prospects, youth, love and happiness.  Who would not cling to this green earth, when all around seemed inviting on to joys untasted.  But earthly joys and earthly happiness, seemed gradually to diminish, as his imagination pictured bright visions of heavenly bliss.  He loved to talk of that happy home.  On the evening of his death, after expressing a perfect resignation to God’s will, he repeated those beautiful lines—

“Here, Lord, I give myself away,
‘Tis all that I can do.”

Then said with a calm smile—“I must die”—seemed again engaged in prayer,--after a short interval, he said—“Now let me go to sleep.”  Those were the last words his lips ever uttered.  In another moment his blessed spirit passed away to the home of the angels.

How childlike, how touchingly beautiful, those last words—never, never, will they be forgotten—they shall be fondly cherished in memory’s urn forever.  Softly, gently, as an infant rests upon its mother’s bosom, his spirit passed to the bosom of God.

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December 30, 1858
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Letters of Administration.

B. H. Leeke and Mary M. Carswell on the estate of Matthew M. Carswell.