Died.

In this city, on the 16th, Florence Eloise, infant daughter of Mr. G. W. and Miss Evie Satterfield, lacking only twelve days of being two years old. Those who have never sustained the loss cannot realize the deep sorrow and grief of parents who have lost a little child—a tender bud, as it were, of their own existence that has daily expanded, growing sweeter and sweeter each hour! We may say, “It is well with the child,” and friends may attempt to console; but there are no words that can relieve the anguish such sorrow has inflicted. The writer knows how to sympathize with the bereaved parents, and he knows, too, no words can still the heart throbbing with a sacred grief. Time may heal the wound, but the scars will be left.

The child was buried at the Presbyterian cemetery two miles from town, after Dr. Felton had delivered a beautiful sermon at the house. The conclusion of the burial rites was performed by Rev. Mr. Jarrell, of the M. E. church, south. A large number of friends attended the funeral services and the burial.