NEARER HOME. BY ALICE CARY. One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er-- I'm nearer to my home to-day Than I have been before. Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be, Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea. Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down, Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown! But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, Is the silent, unknown stream That leads at last to the light. Closer and closer my steps Come to the dread abysm; Closer Death to my lips Presses the awful chrism. Oh! if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink; If it be I am nearer home, Even to-day, than I think; Father, perfect my trust, Let my spirit feel in death That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith. * * * * * [_From the Presbyterian._] In Terrytown, Pa., on the 7th inst., Miss Nancy T. daughter of Dr. G. F. and Abigail Horton, aged twenty-five years. Born of pious parents, from infancy she enjoyed the advantages of religious culture. In early life she made profession of faith in Christ, and ever after adorned that profession with a consecrated life and godly deportment. She was among the first to unite with the then recently organized Presbyterian church at Terrytown, which she loved with the ardor of a sanctified affection. Possessed of unusual decision of character and strong convictions of the truth of her opinions, she nevertheless exercised a broad charity for those whom she thought conscientiously differed from her. Her amiability, intelligence, purity, and warm affection won her a large circle of friends, over whom she had great influence. Her end was peace, and in full assurance of a blessed immortality. One incident, among many others, may be given as illustrating the ground of her confidence. Shortly before her death, clasping her arms around her brother's neck, she whispered: "Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling." This simple clinging to the cross was her support through the long months of wasting sickness, the secret of her patience in suffering, and the staff of her strength through the valley of the shadow of death. COM. VIII. MARY ELIZA, daughter of Geo. F. Horton and Abigail Terry, born at Terrytown, 24, April, 1850, married at Terrytown, 1 Oct., 1873, by Rev. D. Craft, to WILLIAM ROSS SUTTON, son of Oliver C. Sutton and Harriet Maria Ross, and grandson of Robert Blaine Sutton and Juliette Bradley, and born in Lyons, 27 Nov., 1850. He is a farmer, and also engaged in the manufacture and sale of an improved forcing pump. They reside in Lyons, N. Y.