Friday afternoon the news of the sudden death of Mrs. Leonard Wells was brought from Orchard Lake and caused a general feeling of commiseration and sadness.

The deceased had driven to the lake with her husband to meet a party, of friends who were expected to arrive on the excursion train from Detroit. After reaching the picnic ground, and while alighting from the carriage, she was suddenly attacked with hemorrhage of the lungs. From the violence of the attack it at once became evident that no earthly power could avail, and in from ten to fifteen minutes her life had ebbed away, while the frenzied husband and horror-stricken picnicers gazed at the woeful sight, and awaited the end they were powerless to avert. Mrs. Wells had for some years been in delicate health, and had had four attacks of the same disease, but during the last few months had apparently been in better health than for years before, and hopes were being entertained of her ultimate recovery, when, without warning, the blow fell. The supposition is that the wind and dust during the five miles’ drive acted as an irritant, and induced an attack of coughing, which caused the hemorrhage.

The deceased was about 37 years of age, a pleasant, intelligent lady, suffering illness and pain without complaint, and possessed of one of those gentle, sweet dispositions which gain the love and esteem of all. A large circle of friends mourn her loss, and deeply sympathize with the bereaved family.

The shock of surprise, grief and horror which passed over this community on learning of the sad death of Mrs. Leonard Wells, bad scarcely begun to subside, when the news came on Sunday afternoon of the sudden taking off of Will Jacobs, who was cut down in the flower of his young manhood, in the spring time of alife full of hope and promise.

Peculiarly sad are the features attending the death of each. Death, in the abstract, we are taught to look upon as a mere phenomenon attending the transition from this short temporal life to an everlasting life in the great unknown country beyond the river of death. Rut when death comes suddenly, without warning, when a loved one is called away when the prospects for life are filled with brightest and happiest'anticipations, then it is that our teachings are forgotten, and we look upon death as a cruel, remorseless monster, and shudderingly wonder where next will the bolt fall. At such times only can. we fully realize the uncertainties of this life, and the narrowness of the span which separates time and eternity.