This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --Boundary_(ID_Lez/rKTahP/XgEBGDHWg5g) Content-type: text/plain; charset=koi8-r Content-transfer-encoding: 8BIT HANCOCK, ROBERT. "Died at his residence, ten miles northwest from Huntsville on the 15th inst., The Rev. ROBERT HANCOCK, in the 77th year of his age. He was a native of Nottoway County, Virginia. In the year 1790, he emigrated to South Carolina, and from thence in 1811, to his late residence in this County. Mr. Hancock was amiable in his disposition, industrious in his habits, and thereby rendered his family both easy and happy in their circumstances. He was a true patriot, and during the great revolutionary struggle felt much interest for the safety and welfare of his County, and though disabled by an unavoidable accident to render actual service, he did everything in the compass of his power to promote the cause of liberty. But above all, he was a true friend to religion, and a sincere lover of his God; for 52 years he has been an acceptable member of the Methodist Episcopal church, and for about 30 years a local minister of said church. His talents were respectable, his piety deep, his zeal ardent, his conduct irreproachable, his usefulness extensive; in short, he was a light in a benighted land, and like unto a city set on a hill which cannot be hid,—and now, though he is dead, he will be remembered as one of the church's brightest ornaments for more than a half a century. His memory will ever be cherished with the fondest recollections by his surviving children, friends, and numerous acquaintances. But he has gone to the house appointed for all the living, yet our loss is his infinite gain; he is not dead, but is only sleeping in Jesus. Such will God bring with Him! therefore we sorrow not as those who have no hope. His last illness was long, and his afflictions severe, yet he evinced the patience and fortitude of a christian soldier; and notwithstanding his body was worn down by old age and infirmity, his mind in a great degree retained vigor until the last; and with the prospect of eternal life full in view, he calmly sank in the arms of his blessed Jesus. 'Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace.' 'Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.' "—Communicated.—The Democrat, Huntsville, Ala., April 21, 1831. --Boundary_(ID_Lez/rKTahP/XgEBGDHWg5g) Content-type: text/x-vcard; charset=koi8-r; name=just-bob.vcf Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Content-disposition: attachment; filename=just-bob.vcf Content-description: Card for Bob begin:vcard n:Binstein;Bob tel;home:818 / 341-7229 x-mozilla-html:FALSE adr:;;;;;; version:2.1 email;internet:just-bob@pacbell.net x-mozilla-cpt:;5952 fn:Bob Binstein end:vcard --Boundary_(ID_Lez/rKTahP/XgEBGDHWg5g)--