DEATH OF LEWIS McCLAIN. It was with deep sorrow that we learned of the death of Mr. Lewis McLain, son of Treasurer John C. McLain. which sad event occurred early Friday morning last, He had been suffering for some days with pneumonia, and instead of improving he continued to grow worse until death relieved him from earthly suffering. Mr. Mclain was in the 19th year of his age, and was a young man of moral worth with bright prospects of becoming a useful citizen had he lived. He was beloved by all his companions, who showed their regard for his memory by beautifully decorating the M. E. Church on Sabbath where the funeral services took place previous to the interment of the body in Damascus township. In the church were quite a number of beautiful floral offerings from his young friends. The services at the grave were impressive, and included prayer, and singing by the choir of that beautiful song "We are going down the valley." The sympathy of the community is extended to the stricken family. The following beautiful and touching lines were banded us by his friend and teacher, L. L. H. Austin:

Again the shadows of death fall thickly about us. Following the sad event of Miss Heller's death, who was formerly a pupil in our schools, is announced the death of our friend and pupil, Lewis McLain. In the full vigor of young manhood, amid the happy scenes of school life and surrounded by many loving friends, he is suddenly called from among us forever. In the very spring time of life, when the hope and aspirations or youth were budding into the realities of young manhood when the noontide glare of a useful life was luring him happily onward, death overtakes him. At school be distinguished himself by earnest and successful labor, orderly conduct, ready obedience to the rules and regulations of school and a hearty compliance with all the requests of teachers and schoolmates. At home and among his friends he has enobled his life by always showing the highest regard and sincerest devotion for his parents, respecting his friends and loving his neighbors. He was forgiving and generous. He loved and was loved by all who knew him. The flowing tears of class-mates, school-mates and teachers, and the many expressions of sorrow on every side speak too plainly his loss to this community. Down the path of his short life are written in letters of gold the many sterling qualities of manhood he possessed, and the noble life be lived. Free from guilt, unfettered by habit, mild in disposition, rich in common sense, sincere in friendship, and pure in life, he has made himself worthy of all respect and taught us by deed alone how to live that better life which truly ennobles mankind. The light of love was in his eyes; truth was In his heart, and all his actions were good and kind and brave. "His life was continued good. I saw him assist the weak. I knew him to help the needy. I firmly believe that the great aim of his life was not to live for himself but for those around him. This seemed to be his religion. It was his life, his hope, his heaven, and the privilege to act thus nobly was the only reward he sought. That death's dark shadow should forever separate him from us is the sad thought of this hour. It is this unaccountable and complete separation from our friends and kindred that seems to extinguish bone itself. It is the awful presence of death that breaks the leaden chains of sect and creed and leads us back to the common ground of belief and hope. That hope that is eternal, but even this does not reconcile us to the frigid face, the lifeless form, the silent tomb. Yet death is the consummation of all things. It is our common fate. It is the end of our care and weariness, our suffering and sorrow. But beyond this beyond death's dark night and the silence of the tomb, above their sadness and their gloom let us look for the fullness of bone, the blessings of love, and the reward of eternal rest.

Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes:
And In the hereafter angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away.