In this village, on the 27th inst., in the 21st year of her age, Miss Harriet M. CLARK, eldest daughter of Russell CLARK, Esq. Of this village, late of Clinton, Oneida county, N. Y., merchant.
In the death of this highly gifted, amiable and accomplished young lady, her friends have sustained an irreparable loss, and a Christian community has been deprived of one of its most cherished hopes; and we may truly say in this Providence of God ‘In the midst of life we are in death.’
A few months since, the subject of this notice came to this place with her father, full of youth and beauty, and flu- - ed with hope of all the happiness this world could afford: shortly after her arrival; she became a subject of the pardoning grace of God in a crucified Redeemer, and commenced her Christian course with a joy truly "unspeakable and full of glory."- - But her course was as short as brilliant - for, soon after her conversion, she was taken down with a hidden and wasting disease, which baffled the skill and knowledge of her physician - day after day her friends saw her wasting away, & evidently drawing nearer to the grave: but the nearer she drew to death, the brighter and stronger was her vision of eternal blessedness. For several weeks before, and up to the tune of her death, she expressed the most entire confidence in her Savior, and a perfect resignation to God’s will and often times an earnest desire to depart and be at rest.
The writer of this article was by her bedside at the closing scene, and never will he forget her last look — or the last expressions of her’s, so full of confidence. The hand of death was upon her, and a cold sweat gathering on her forehead; her breathing became shorter and more labored at this time he inquired of her good estate - she replied by a whisper barely audible, ‘Peace, Peace, Pardon, Pardon.’ Shortly after this, her breathing stopped. The spirit took its everlasting flight. Then all was still, it was an awful moment — and I seemed standing in the shadow of another world, forgetful of every thing but the scene before me. ‘Oh, let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like this.'