On Friday morning the sad intelligence traveled over the city that Mrs. JULIA HAWKINS, was dead. This sad event took place at her residence, on church Street, Thursday night about nine o’clock. This lady was the wife of Dr. S. B. Hawkins, and sister-in-law of Judge Willis A. Hawkins. She was fifty five years and two months old, and had been a member of the Methodist Church, and a devout and exemplary Christian, more than a quarter of a century. Ill health had kept her confined to her home for months passed. Her death was not unexpected to herself or to her family or friends, for they knew that she was liable to be taken away at any moment. Stricken down for months previously with a disease from which she never rallied, and all that medical skill or tender, loving hands could do, could not avail, and at last, at the bidding or her Master, rest, sweet rest, folded its mantle about her spirit and bore it away from earth.

A more exemplary Christian, a wife and mother more devoted, does not, so far as the knowledge of the writer extends, exist. Her Godly walk; her devotion to her church; her unassuming piety; love to God, to her husband, to her children, to her neighbors, manifested for years with unvarying constancy in a community where she was universally beloved, fully testify all that could be said in her praise, which was in the Gospel of her Savior.

In the death of Mrs. HAWKINS the city, the church society and the family, has lost much. The church has lost a bright and shining exemplar of all the virtues that should adorn a Christian life; one whose hand, heart and purse, was ever open for every good word and work. The family – but what pen shall attempt to describe their loss. Words are inadequate. No language will pour balm on scared hearts; no utterance dry the tears from eyes whose very fountains have been broken. Up, and higher, and beyond man’s poor effort and feeble sympathy, must come the only comfort which can soften a blow and lighten a gloom like this. May they hear a voice.

"------The voice of their God.
I love thee. I love thee., pass under the rod.”

The funeral took place Friday afternoon at the Methodist Church, the service being conducted by Rev. Walker Lewis, pastor, assisted by Rev. Geo. T. Chandler, of the Presbyterian Church, and Rev. George F. Cooper, of the Baptist Church.

Large numbers attended her remains to Oak Grove Cemetery, for she was greatly beloved, and the large crowd attest the esteem in which she was held by all classes of our citizens.

Her living children are nearly all grown. God grant that they, and her stricken husband, may imitate her example and meet her in heaven.