Wednesday moring, Nov. 25th, 1863, at her residence in West New Castle, Pa., Mrs. Nancy McCleary, in the 74th year of her age.

The mother of Israel was born on the ocean, in the year 1790. Her parents soon after they came to America settled in Mercer county, Pa., where they enjoyed the ministrations of the Rev. Samuel Tait during the memorable revival of Western Pennsylvania. In the year 1803 or 4, Mrs. McCleary was converted to christ and united with the Old Church, of which the Church of Mercer was afterwards formed. In 1810 she removed to New Castle, and connected herself with the O. S. Presbyterian Church, where she continued until her death. For three score years she witnessed for Christ, and "her length of days and long life of peace" exempplified the faithfulness of God in the fulfillment of his promise. - "Her hoary head was her crown of glory, because she was found in the way of righteousness." Unlike the wicked who are cut off in their wickedness." She "came to her grave in a full age, like a shock of corn cometh in his season!" The Bible was the fountain of her consolation, and with its precious truths her mind was stored, and by these great principles she regulated her life. Faithful and conscientious in the performance of duty, and tender anf affectionate to all, she was well worthy of the place she occupied in the affection of her friends.

The ? of God, its holy ? and solemn feast were the delight of her heart. By day and by night she was wrestled at a throne of grace for the salvation of her children. The ceaseless anxeity of her soul for her sons in the army least he might be cut off without an interest in Christ gave her many a sleepless night, and watered her couch with tears. But God has taken her to that land of peace, where "no war or battle sound" will ever greet her ear. As if to get her harp in tune before the time, she spent the last evening of her earthly existence singing hymn after hymn in praise to God, lying peacefully on her pillow, with her faith resting on a sure foundation she went down to "that river which has been a terror to many;' but those waters were waves of light to her soul. Without a struggle her mortal put on immortal; the soul fell asleep in Jesus, and waked in his Kingdom and glory. Death, indeed, had entered her quiet home; but not with terror or gloom. He came as an angel of light. The lovely in life was lovely in death, and her sweet face lay in its coffin bed eloquent with peace - the signet of the redeemed seemed set upon that peaceful brow - "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord."

J.S.G. NEW CASTLE.