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DEATH OF BISHOP GREEN.

Four score and nine measured
strokes upon the sweet-toned bell in the
tower of the old Christ Church, in this city,
at noon Sunday, announced that that
which was mortal of William Mercer
Green had put on immortality, the
venerable prelate having expired at the
University of the South, at 6 o'clock,
on that morning. Although his de-
parture was to have been expected at
any time within the last five years,
death at last came suddenly and with
but little previous warning, a letter
written as late as two p.m. of Friday
stating that he was sitting up partially
dressed, reading the papers.

The death of no man in this State
would carry sorrow tomore hearth-
stones than that of Bishop Green does.
For more than a generation he made
his pilgrimage of love throughout the
bordersof this State, going not alone
to populous centers where large con-
gregations were to be found to admire
his eloquence, and praise his learning,
but quite as assiduously to the most
obsure hamlet, wherever a son or
daughter of the Church was to have
been found to receive his ministrations,
and his venerable form was known
from Tennessee to the Gulf and his
name was a household word with all
sorts of people. Men and women, who
were not of his church, loved and hon-
ored him wherever he want and [?]
with his own people pay [?]
name and memory.
[?] Green.