GEIGER -- Died, on Monday, 29th September, 1873, in the eighty-second year of her age, sis- ter ELIZABETH GEIGER, relict of Jeremiah Geiger, of Effingham county, Georgia. Two years ago the husband was called to the rest that remain- eth for the people of God, leaving a companion with whom, for fifty-seven years, hand in hand, he had climbed life's hill, to mourn his loss; and now both sleep together at its foot. For fifty years did this mother in Israel toil in the Master's vineyard, and the last lingering ray of the sunset of life found her ready to testify, that "it is good both to hope and wait patiently for the salvation of the Lord." She now sleeps with her loved ones in Jesus, awaiting the resur- rection morn, when, with the crown of glory and harp of rejoicing, they will sing His praise for- ever. Far from a world of grief and sin, with God eternally shut in, they now realize what hope has so ardently longed for: bliss indescri- bable, joy unspeakable, and the things that eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor heart con- ceived. Brought to the very verge of Jordan, she called her son, Rev. W. L. Geiger, and his family, around her, and calmly spoke of the approaching moment of dissolution, when her joy would be complete in the fulness of a Saviour's love. She spoke of the loved ones gone before, and the happiness she anticipated in the re-union, and counseled them all to live near the Saviour. Brother Rarefield, her pastor, and brother Cas- sidy, her formed proster, were both present. She requested service, the last she ever expected to enjoy on earth. The echo of the sweet songs of Zion had scarcely died in the stillness of the sick chamber, ere angels came and conveyed our mother that blissful place where her enrap- tured ears drink in melody sweeter far than the most plaintive notes of earth. When a testimony so assuring is left behind that our loss is her eternal gain, we bow in hum- ble submission and say, "Thy will be done;" "Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly;" "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord." We sorrow not as those who have ho nope, but expect to meet that sainted mother, and these glorified loved ones, on the happy shore where there is no death, no sorrowful partings nor anxious hearts. R.