Death of the Rev. Samuel Cartlidge.

It is with feelings of deep regret, that we announce to his numerous relatives and acquaintances, the death of this venerable soldier of the Revolution, and faithful Minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He had been to fulfill an appointment in Columbia county, Georgia. On a visit to a friend in the neighborhood, his horse took freight, ran off with him, and the old Father, being unable, by his infirmity, to manage the creature, was dashed with great violence to the earth, and, in half an hour afterwards expired, on the 13th inst., without having spoken as single word. He breathed his last in the house of Dr. Crawford, to which he had been conveyed. He received all the attention, which that kind and hospitable family could bestow upon him, who were deeply penetrated by the solemn and unexpected event. He was buried in the family burying ground of Mr. James Cartlidge, of Columbia county, Geo., aged 93 years lacking two days. At an early age he entered the Revolution, was present at the siege at Savannah, in the scenes of which, he acquitted himself with honor to his country and the great cause in which he was engaged. Though not so fearless and adventurous as his brother James, who was in the same campaign, he was nevertheless as resolute in his struggle for liberty, and looked upon the foes of his country with utter abhorrence. It was therefore a matter of honest congratulations with himself, and sometimes humbly alluded to such in the pulpit; that in those dark hours, which tried men’s souls, he was found among that invincible band, who eventually planted the standard of American freedom on the complete overthrow of British tyranny and oppression. But it is not the character of a soldier of the Revolution, that has endeared him to the bosoms of all who knew him. He was for nearly seventy years a pious and devoted Minister of the Gospel. Although of limited education, his extensive usefulness has never been questioned. Thousands, who have long since gone to their Heavenly home, will rise up and bless the memory of the sainted patriarch, who, under God, was the great instrument of their eternal happiness. And other thousands will admire, if not follow his example. His zeal and his piety uniformly kept pace with each other, and it is difficult to determine in which he excelled. Neither of them was of a periodical caste or nature. They exhibited themselves, not by fits and starts, as too often the case, with both Ministers and Laymen, but as fixed and constant principles of true and hourly devotion. His piety was not a meteor blaze, or an exhalation that flits across the miasma, but an ever during light, fit guide to Heaven and a blissful immortality; such too as gained upon the respect even of the profligate and abandoned. He affected nothing; religion was his great theme to the last. Wherever he went, religion was invariably the most prominent topic of conversation, and if at any time he discoursed of other matters, it was because these subjects interested others and not him. He seldom had an interview with any person, to whom he did not introduce the subject of religion before parting. It was his custom, when his health would permit, never to eat or drink a mouthful in the morning, until he had first addressed the Throne of Grace; nor would he lie down at night without enjoying in the same duty. At the age of 93, almost incredible, he was found riding from ten to twenty miles a day, through every description of weather, element or inclement, preaching the Gospel of Christ. He closed his earthly career in the active service of his Great Master. He died in the discharge of duty. Honored, respected, and beloved, he was gone to his long home, to give up his stewardship, and received his Master’s award, “Well done Good and Faithful servant, enter into the joy of thy Lord.” Peace to his memory, and let every heart say Amen. “Though dead, he yet speaketh;” his pious example will live in the remembrance of us all. It calls upon us in the loudest accents, “prepare to meet thy God.”