Died.
Mrs. Hannah Blackledge, daughter of Mr. Basil Chalfant and Mary Chalfant, of Guernsey Co., Ohio, wife of Dr. T. G. Blackledge, departed this life on Friday the 28th of Oct., at half past one in the morning, aged 42 years, 4 mo. and 29 days. She was a consistent member of the Methodist Church, and exhibited an humble, persevering, and decided christian character. She was truly a tender, and loving wife, a kind and affectionate mother, whose counsels and instructions will not soon be forgotten by her beloved family. Her sickness was protracted and severe, yet she endured it without a murmuring word; for her confidence was in Christ. She committed all her earthly cares into the hands of him who does all things well, waiting for the last summon which bid her soul depart from these low grounds of sorrow, affliction and disappointment, to mansions on high. Her last words were exhortations to her family and friends to prepare to meet her in that world of everlasting joy, where parting is unknown, and where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest. When the long looked for summons came, she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, who had been her stay on earth, and her confidence in death.
Leaving a small family, and companion, with a large circle of friends to mourn her departure, yet, while they weep they have this thought to comfort them, that their loss is her gain.
She has passed from our sight, yet we must not lament her,
Nor wish her return from a holier clime,
She but lingered below, until he who had sent her,
Recalled her to Eden, in womanhood's prime,
The terrors of death had no power to alarm her,
She felt not his darkness, nor feared not his sting,
The hope of the Saviour's kind mercy could calm her,
And her spirit soared upward on faith's ardent wing.
In beauty she slumbers, but we'll not forget her,
Our tears can but moisten the lowers on her tomb,
For the smiles of her Jesus, in mercy hath met her,
Oh! death thou art vanquished, and passed is thy gloom.
How calm is the place where her form now reposes,
And sacred to friends who revisit her tomb,
But while the cold earth her body incloses,
She lives in the presence of Jesus at home.
Salem, Oct. 1853. G. V. F.
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