Obituary,Died, at St. Louis, Missouri, Saturday morning, April 12, 12=79, Clifton Neil, youuger son of Rosa and Thomas Hackleman, aged 2 years and 25 days.Only two months ago we were called to pay the last tribute of respect to the cold and lifeless remains of his mamma, and to-day we meet with the same friends, at the same house to say good-bye to little Cliff. But four short weeks ago to-day he was taken to St. Louis, and as we held him in our arms and listened to the prattle of his baby voice, we saw him in all the beauty and health of childhood. When In childish glee his little hand waved us “b e-bye,” we little thought it would be farewell forever, and that when we again looked upon him those hands would be cold and stiff in death. Before us hung the future, and our hands were unable to part the misty vail and look beyond, as vre trusted and believed that he would live. But death’s icy breath has touched him, and his soul is given back to his maker.Little Cliff aleepeth softly, sweetly;For Jesus has gathered him in,’To gleam as a jewel in heaven.While so pure and so free from ail sin.Save in memory, bis pattering footsteps Will never be heard any more;Like a bud that is withered and broken,Hie bright life was quickly o’er.His sweet lips so meek now and silent.They never were srili so long before;And his winning babt* voice We will hear on earth no more.%He will be waiting just over the river,With bis dimpled arms outspread.Waiting and watching our coming,. With a crown upon his head.Our prayer is t hat God will lead ue,From His truth ne’er let us drift,And that when we cross the dark river,We will meet oar darling Cliff.• % w