STOUT. -- In Plattsmouth, Nebraska, September 27th, 1883, Mrs. A. R. Stout, aged 46 years, 8 months and 7 days.

She passed away as gently as the leaf
That's left the bough to which it long hath clung,
Floats on the passing breeze and sinks to earth
To rise no more. Thus peaceful was her death:
For during life, her's was the Christian's hope,
An anchor sure, amid the storms that toss
The bark of him who sails on life's rough sea.

Tho' robed with power the "fell destroyer came,"
For her he had no terrors; she could gaze
With transport on his near approach and bid
The waiting seraph nearer "came to bear
Her on his heavenly wings unto her home,"
Her everlasting home above. She loved,
Ere yet the tide of life hail ceased to flow
To meet with those who offered fervent prayer
To Him who loves to hear the voice of faith;
But now she bows no more In earthly courts;
For faith with her is changed to eight and prayer.

The overflowing of her heart's desire
To praise. She may behold the "Emerald bow"
That doth surround the burning throne of God.
Take of the golden fruit that freely grows
Upon the tree of life ; and walk the streets
Of that pure realm, where sin comes not, nor light
Of sun is known for God himself doth give
It light by his blest presence. Rapt spirit

Though we mourn the loss of thy example
And thy prayers, subdued shall be our sorrow
While we entreat Him who reigns on high,
To e'er preserve us from the many ills
Which gather 'round our pathway, and at last
Conduct us to that peaceful home where thou
Dost dwell at God's right hand above.