Death of a Faithful Negro.
--Our readers in this city will doubtless remember the lean form and meek face of an old negro man who dispensed the Dispatch
to its many subscribers in the metropolis for years past; his name was Barnett Moore
We are called upon to record his death, which we do with sincere regret.
He died yesterday morning after a brief illness.
For more than a quarter of a century he was a carrier of newspapers, to which daily avocation he sometimes united, that of preacher to his colored brethren.--Faithful in all that he undertook, neither summer's sun or winter's storm ever deterred him from laying at each door the daily news; and his humility and honesty of heart made a friend of every one that knew him. Poor Barney
He was many a time a weary with his tedious round of duty, but at last, full of infirmity and years, he has been gathered to his fathers, where the weary are at rest. --He fulfilled the term of life alletted to man, being about seventy years of age. Peace to his ashes.