James Douglass, a man who leaves a large circle of friends to cherish his memory, died at his son's residence in Newport, on last Saturday at ten o'clock A. M. after a long period of illness. During a career of seventy-two years, forty-five of which were spent at the shoe-making business in Newport; by integrity and charity he succeeded in making himself and family hosts of friends, whose love neither time nor eternity will ever destroy. Rev. Eddie assisted by Rev. Imbrie conducted the funeral services; after which the great army of friends passed through the room where the corpse was lying, "sleeping the sleep that knows no waking," to take their last look upon one with whom they have associated for so many years. He was buried in Eckles Graveyard near Wampum on last Sabbath at 3 o'clock P. M.

Has passed from us away ------
And oh, how hard, as near the end,
Our last farewell to say!
But he has gone to realms above ------
Its beauties none can tell
He's had our long, last look of love,
We've said our last farewell."