Spirit of the Times Batavia, Genesee County, New York State May 23-1843 DIED. In this village on Sunday morning last, in the 60th year of her age, Mrs. Louisa BUSH, wife of Mr. William H. BUSH. * In this village on Friday last, the 19th inst., William Asabel DAVIS, in the 20th year of his age. Full of faith, hope, and peace, he has gone, as we confidently trust, to a home of eternal blessedness and rest. Cheerfully dissolving the sweet fellowship of kindred ties on earth, he has left, to console us, the christian's brightest hope,together with the worth and lovliness[sic] of a character which will ever deepen and freshen in dear and happy memories upon the heart. Yet our grief is mingled with joy at the transplanting of this fairest of earth's flowers into the Eden of its eternal bloom. Who would not be that youth? How beautiful is death when robed in the glories of Redemption! And how unspeakable is the consolation to those who loved him best, and suffer most from the bereavement, that he died breathing out triumphant assurances of a happy immortality! He has left to his mourning family the choicest fountain of repose, and thither may they resort and gather unceasing comfort from the clear assurance and the yearning tenderness of the hope he expressed of reunion with them in heaven. With perfect patience, with the sweetest fortitude, and without one breath of repining or of murmur throughout the painful trials of a long and lingering sickness, he steadily and resignedly prepared himself for the issues of Providence whether for life or for death. And when at last the summons came to call him away, he departed with the smile of anticipated heaven upon his face. With words of affectionate peace and consolation, to those around him, and uttering a farewell which spirits in heaven might echo, he commended his soul to his Redeemer, and died. Scarcely more than a year ago he moved about among his companions in the blithesome, joyous innocence of youth, gladdening and attaching the young and the old by the inexpressible amenities of a heat which imparted something of its own purity and affections to all about him. His was, indeed, "a spirit of bloom and joy and freshness." But it was the radiance of moral beauty beaming its bright effulgence, and pervading every motion of his soul, that constituted the highest charm of his character, filled us with love and admiration, and makes us, now that he is go, unwilling that such excellence should descend to the grave without a few words of feeble memorial from our pen. We like not the custom of indiscriminate eulogy of the dead. But there is a beautiful lesson in the life and death of a virtuous youth; and it should not be buried in his grave. The lessons of the pure, the good, the lovely, should be charactered in gold. The life of young DAVIS was a rich assemblage of sweet and attractive graces which communicated an atmosphere of love and happiness to all within the sphere of its influence. His characters not that of negative virtues. Like the son of Burke, he had, within him, "a living, salient spring of manly, generous action." He knew no selfishness. And, with the ever charming exhibition of all that could exalt and adorn his social relations, there was graven upon his heart an ardent, uncompromising love of truth and purity. It was the abode of simplicity, frankness, and innocence; and it overflowed with the most genial and diffusive benevolence.--He never refused a sacrifice to make others more comfortable or happy. His pleasures, ever chaste and pure, he seemed to enjoy only when he could share them with those around him. And thus was his career like the course of the streamlet, rippling its gentle, renovating, purifying flow among the desert, refreshing and giving life and brighter verdure to all within its track. With a temper amiable in the extreme, and a disposition almost heavenly, the gentler elements were so mixed up in him, and attempered with the energies of an active and busy mind, that his manliness and lovliness combined to make up a character of beautifully clustering virtues. A son, a brother, a friend, he was never surpassed in the constancy,, devotion and tenderness of these attachments. We can do little more than collect the scattered elements of a character which shadowed forth in one glow of associated beauty so many excellences, with so few defects. Pure-minded and highminded, chastened in thought and exalted in sentiment, wherever there was virtue, wherever goodness, there he appreciated, there he loved, and was loved in return. Upon such a soil we wonder not that the gospel came, in the hour of sickness, with healing and blessed power; that, by the grace and mercy of his Redeemer, through faith in the Atonement, he tasted, before his departure, the joy and triumph of a soul redeemed. There was much in the peculiar aptitude of such a character to exert a moral influence upon his companions. They loved him for his virtues; and were attracted, by the spotless purity of his example, to seek and to cultivate the same engaging qualities. In his brief career of 19 years he has left, for imitation, so much in the qualities of mind and heart most truly noble, worthy, and attractive, that his life will ever speak to us in lessons of deep and instructive import. With all his hopes and all his youth upon him, he has been cut down in the very blossom of existence, and taken away from kindred, friends, companions on earth, to bloom unsullied and perpetual beauty in the skies. Thither let us aspire to rejoin him. We know not why, but for some wise and gracious purpose of Providence, we are called to mourn the early death of a youth so full of lovliness and promise. We can never forget him. Let us remember also his example. And, by endeavoring to make his excellence our own, and by constantly recurring to the memory of the sweet companion we had with him on earth, let us earnestly desire that heaven may cause the mantle of his lovliness to descend in quickening virtue upon our lives. ++ New Publications.--W. SEAVER & Son have just received cheap reprints of Lady Sale's "Journal of Disasters to the British Army in Afghanistan." And Miss Frederika BREMER's new romance of "Home." Both works possess interest, and afford additional proof of the vast benefits likely to arise out of the cheap form of publication. ++ submitted by Linda C. Schmidt