Father, perfect my trust,
Let my spirit feel in death
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of a living faith.
[From the Presbyterian.]
In Terrytown, Pa., on the 7th inst., Miss Nancy T. daughter of Dr. G. F. and Abigail Horton, aged twenty-five years. Born of pious parents, from infancy she enjoyed the advantages of religious culture. In early life she made profession of faith in Christ, and ever after adorned that profession with a consecrated life and godly deportment. She was among the first to unite with the then recently organized Presbyterian church at Terrytown, which she loved with the ardor of a sanctified affection. Possessed of unusual decision of character and strong convictions of the truth of her opinions, she nevertheless exercised a broad charity for those whom she thought conscientiously differed from her. Her amiability, intelligence, purity, and warm affection won her a large circle of friends, over whom she had great influence. Her end was peace, and in full assurance of a blessed immortality. One incident, among many others, may be given as illustrating the ground of her confidence. Shortly before her death, clasping her arms around her brother's neck, she whispered:
"Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling."
This simple clinging to the cross was her support through the long months of wasting sickness, the secret of her patience in suffering, and the staff of her strength through the valley of the shadow of death.