Obituary.Died, at her husband's seat, Locust Hill, in Louisa, on the 2d day of February, 1861, Mrs. Harriet Turner, consort of Nathaniel H. Turner Sr., near the close of the 70th year of her earthly pilgrimage. To narrate all the noble traits, finer sensibilities, and exalted intellectual endowments of this exemplary lady, would furnish material for a volume. She labored under a complication of disabuses for nearly three years preceding her death, the most prominent of which was abscess on the liver, for the relief of which she submitted to several surgical operations; and so complete was her self-control, and so great her powers of endurance, that no word of complaint ever escaped her lips, thereby testifying to those who witnessed her agonies that the great Architect had cast her in His finer mould, and conferred upon her qualities of the highest order. As one who knew her well and knew her long, and who had ample opportunities of witnessing the display of so many high-toned and dignified qualities, in one and the same individual, the writer begs to be allowed to offer his humble tribute to her memory by saying, for the comfort and consolation of her numerous relatives and friends in Virginia and other States, that she lived as a Christian ought to live, and died as a Christian only can die. After committing her mortal remains to its mother earth, which at the time was covered with snow — fit emblem of that robe of righteousness which she has so justly earned — I stood, in company with her bereaved and venerable partner, and a part of her disconsolate children and friends, looking upon the grave, and being satisfied that she had fallen asleep in Jesus, was constrained, in the fullness of my soul, to say: ‘ "There sweet be thy rest, till He bid you arise,
To meet Him in triumph descending the skies,"