Mr. Charles Sharpe, a young man of this city, died on the afternoon of the 18th inst., after a lingering and severe illness.  He leaves a widowed mother alone in our midst, to battle with the ills and misfortunes of life—alone to tread life’s thorny maze.  May the same invisible and unerring hand that has guided her thus far through the path of life lead her safely into the haven of rest at the last.