Obituary

(By request.)

Theodore Minis, April 15, 1850.

Death ever brings to sorrowing friends pain and agony. When the eye is closed—when the tongue has ceased its functions—when the limbs are cold and rigid, who can gaze upon the lifeless tenement of the soul without awe and sorrow? We may bow in resignation to the will of God, we may kiss the hand that slayeth ;but yet when we feel a now that the eye, once bright and beaming with, love and intelligence, will never gaze on us again ; that we shall no more hear the accents of affection that were wont to gladden our hearts ; then, oh, then, the heart will sicken, and the brightness of this world be shrouded in darkness. Such were our thoughts and feelings whilst gazing on the lifeless remains of THEODORE MINIS, who departed this life on Friday, the 15th instant, aged twenty-four years.

Mr. MINIS was a descendant of one of the oldest families in this state—indeed, a family identified with its history, having originally emigrated to this country with Oglethorpe, the founder of Georgia, and who, amid all the changes and fluctuations of life—almost always deprived of, the aids of. Synagogue worship—have ever remained true to the faith of Abraham, and have ever worshipped the pure unity of the God of Israel.
Such, too, was the deceased ;—young, ardent, and ambitious of success, he yet suffered not the blandishments of gain to lure him from the path of duty, but adhered to his religion, and respected Sabbaths,. and days of holy convocation. He lived and died a Jew, and his firm reliance on the mercy of his God smoothed the bed of pain, and robbed the grave of its terrors. He suffered patiently, and died calmly. He had wronged no man in life, and dying in peace with the world, he leaned in confidence on his heavenly Father, in the blessed assurance of a happy immortality. He has left aged and sorrowing parents—bereaved brothers and sisters—a tender infant who will never know a father's care—and a young widow, whose hopes and happiness lie withering in the cold and narrow grave of the loved one. But this ground is holy and we may not tread upon it, nor raise the veil that hides from the world the sorrows of the desolate and broken-hearted widow.—May Israel's God sustain and bless her. S. C.
[Asmonean.]