From the Alabama Journal, 1/h instant.Died, in Montgomery, Alabama, on the 3lst ultimo, l)r. RALPH C. ARMSTRONG, in the 32d year of his age, a native oi Georgia, but for the last eight years a deserving and much loved member of this community.in speaking of one so eminently jusr and good; in eulogizing a iirm Patriot, a consistent Christian, a gallant defender ol his country, and a well tried soldier or the cross—we feel oppressed by the moral beauty and excellence ol the theme ; our tongues become meioquent, our ideas grow dim and lade away ; our imagination fails 111 doing justice to sucli poetry ol goodness ; and we lind that, when feeling is iuily aroused, language lorsakes us. Dr. Armstrong was deeply imbued with the true spirit of religion, and in his walk through life, signally maintained the simplicity ol deportment and gentleness of manner which should ever characterize the Christian, llis understanding was highly cultivated, and his taste j relined by drinking deeply and wisely of ancient | and modern lore; thus, from the well-stored j (! granaries of thought, would he pour out, in lavish j * j profusion, rich offerings to charm and instruct! c j The loss of such a man is a source of grief to the j 1 public. The brightness of his example, the moral rectitude of his intentions, the justness of his views, added to his untiring zeal in his profession, built up 111 our hearts a vast pyramid of affection ; and we lament his untimely end with sober sincerity of soul. During three years of debility and suffering, the unwavering light, of true piety played, in brilliant curruscations a-round liis path ; and, at the last sad hour, when the lamp of life became dim, and the pulsations feeble, he yielded up the cherished boon exulting in the rich promises of revelation ! 11 is manner, his thoughts were a holy combination of tiie Christian, ^ie Philosopher, and the Philanthropist—and we rejoice m the belief, '• hat he is now mingling with bright Intelligencies at the right hand of his Maker, breathing an atmosphere purified by His presence, feasting himself on the benign expression of the Most High, exalted and ennobled by His unutterable majesty and power !In approaching .:ic hallowed sanctuary oi domestic love and affliction, we pause—our footsteps tremble on the threshhold ; we would not gaze, w ith a light and curious eye, into the mysterious depths ol a wife’s agony, a mother’s love! We \ would not enter the sacred portals of grief, ».lt;r j harrow up tiieir feelings by an idle thought. We j leave them to the care of that Being whose ways, though inscrutable and heart-rending, ajre ever wise and just, trusting, believing that a bright halo of religious faith will wind itself around the family altar, cheering and supporting, when the efforts of friends would be futi'e. We sincerely hope such a bright example of Christian fortitude and resignation, will not fall unheeded to the ground, but produce a rich and abundant harvest ; that each one may be induced to utter, in truthful accents, “l^et me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.”