ss.n tlie tllOil. now LfLeM-cter-rhenthrirben libit lcs-sllrr i U»«-uostHow dl.it tire. /* UA Christian's Death-Bed—Last Hoars of Commodore Mauryortt illy, 1 lie fel-nut-aud put his gor ►oks illy nt acan•on,yesitis-illyrifehisIth: hI a inlt;l orehi*uniatrht-MtllllliOil,res.areglitV-lt; toft-myiiu,e.: is the itthemilipiithA corre*joident of the Albany ITrea-.#p Journal furnisher to that journal a letter from one who was with Commodore Maury in his last hours, ami who testifies in a tender anil interesting manner to the happy ileatU of that man. We qnote. •“ The Just two day* of Matthew H. M miry’a life Vl.ru a completetriumph. In perfect pntefUMtart of his faculties to the last, I wish all the worl.l eon hi have (seen that death, it was such a triumphant one- We sang hyuis around life dying ?*kJ. and after the last one, Friday evening—it was Christ Is risen*—he put oat both hands and -mid, * lowly and distinctly: “The peace or Cod which paxsethoM understanding be with you all—all.” He bleated every one separately, and prayed crer as fervently, and in the mou beautiful language. He -aid ho would be. in b moribund condition for several days. Thrice Friday we were all summoned; he would look around and if all were not in the range of bis sight he would call out the names of those whom he miaaed. Gating earnestly into the face of each, he said something appropriate and affection. always winding up with : “You lt;oe how God has answered my prayer:I know yon every one.** He said, UI shall retain my senses to the end. God has granted me that os a token of mr aceeptanee. I have set my house in order. My prayers have all been answered. My children are gathered around my lied, and now. Laid, what wall I for? (He then repeated a prayer lt;if cloven petitions, which Ins wanted each of his children and grandchildren to use every day. lie hail composed it for himself almost forty yearn ago, the night after hU leg was broken, and be had repeated It every night aim*: and then he prayed.Oh, loni, touch my lips with hallowed fire, like Isaiah's of old, that I may testify to Thy love and mercy to me. who am a little child In all save wickedness.” He rei| nested that when physicians pronounced him dying he should bn iuformed of iL As the supreme hour drew* near, he turned to hU non am! asked him, in the language of tlie ruling passion, “Do 1 to drag my anchor* ? The answer. “ They are sure and steadfast,” gav.* him great comfort. Just In-fore he expired, he said distinctly:“ Lord receive my soul,” and lifting up his hand* towards Heaven, like a cliilil who waul* Ui lie taken up, calling on the name of the Father. So he posted away at twenty minute* to one o'clock Saturday morning. He left a re-•piest that Ids funeral should r.ot take place until the spring, and then he wished his poor body to be taken Chron* the Goshen Ftu, when the rhododeu-dron* and the laurel are In hlootn, and asked us to pluck their blossoms us we passed ami shower them over bU bier as we bore him to his final resting place in Frederic ksbnrir or Richmond.