Death of Ella May Heller. -- That death loves a shining mark was forcibly demonstrated during the past week, in him laying his icy hand upon one of Napoleon's fairest daughters, Miss Ella May Heller, daughter of Hon. and Mrs. S. M. Heller. Miss Ella died at Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York, on the morning of March 21st, after an Illness of but a few days, from the effects of that dreaded and fatal disease -- scarlet fever. Being not of a strong constitution it required but a short time for the fell destroyer to accomplish its work, word of which fell like a black pall over this entire community. That which makes the death doubly sad, and one which only a parent can fully comprehend, is the fact that Ella died comparatively among strangers, at the College Hospital, while they were surrounded with loving and sympathizing friends and the comforts of a home, a home now made desolate and filled with many silent heartaches. On his way to New York last week Mr. Heller stopped at Poughkeepsie on Monday to see his daughters; he found Ella quite sick; be left on Tuesday for the city for the purpose of laying in a spring stock of goods, the College physician and also the best medical aid of Poughkeepsie assured him that the crisis was passed, unless some unforeseen danger should make its appearance, in which event he was to be dispatched for immediately. At 9 o'clock that evening Ella suddenly grew much worse and her father was immediately summoned, but did not receive the word until the next morning, and when be again arrived at her bed side his daughter was dead. Loving hands were there to minister unto her during her last hours, but, they were not the tender hands of an anxious mother or father. The remains arrived in Napoleon Thursday evening and were sadly borne to that home from which but a few short weeks before Ella had returned to school in company with her sister Lillie, after joyously spending the Christmas holidays with parents and friends. The funeral took place Friday afternoon from the family residence, Rev. Donahey conducting the services, assisted by Rev. Zook. Many were the friends that gathered upon this sad occasion to pay their last respects to one who had endeared herself to all. The floral offerings were numerous and most beautiful. A large profusion of flowers, consisting of white carnations, azaleas, japonicas and other choice flowers, from inmates of Vassar College; crescent and stars, surmounted with a white dove, presented by Mrs. P. B. Saur; a beautiful floral gift representing gates ajar, surmounted with a white dove, fiom her uncle, M. E. Heller, who also gave a wreath of immortelles; a flower pillow with the word "Ella" in blue immortelles upon it, from an intimate schoolmate, Miss Lydia Benger, Pittsburgh, Pa,; from Misses Mary Wilson, Mary Humphrey and Lallah Hague, a large beautiful cross; gates ajar, from the following Toledo friends: Misses Lillie LaBarre, Cora Pratt, Grace Pratt, Mattie Stebbins, and Messrs. Ed. Blivon , Ed, Scribnerr, Robt, Hodge and Clit. Lamb; a floral present, surmounted with a white dove, from Messrs. Fred. Johnson and Ed. Witker, of Toledo. Ella was a member of the Presbyterian Sabbath School, one among a number of young ladies taught by Mrs. E. B. Harrison. The class seats in the church were beautifully draped with crape and flowers on Sabbath day. Her favorite hymn, "The New Song," was sung by the school, and many tears found their way to the eyes of scholars and teachers, in remembrance of the departed. At the time of her death she was in the 17th year of her age, sweet and gentle by nature, intellectual and bright, and the idol of her father and mother. The heart-broken parents have the deep felt sympathies of the entire community in their sad bereavement.

"The good die first" The fairest buds
The, first among the withered lie;
The plant, the heart has cherished most
Is always sure the first to die,
And in the waisting flames the first
To ashes turn the brightest spark,
So each succeeding hour proves
That death loves but a shining mark.

"The good die first !" Why ever thus,
Oh! death, thy stern decree?
Can withered age not funish food
To sate thy funeral glee?
Is no exemption due to youth,
Shall beauty claim no grace or stay
Can father's grief, nor mother's tears,
Nor pity, melt thy icy sway.

"The good die first !" It must be so
The Pagans must have told the truth
That those the gods do love the most
Are reaped and gathered in their youth;
They seem too pure, too bright and good
For mortals of the earth
And 'ere the sins of life can stain
Angels they must appear above.