DEATH OF MARIE LAVEAU. Woman with a Wonderfal History, Almost a Century Old, Carried to the Tomb Yesterday Evening. Those who have paseedy by the quaint old house on St. Ann, between Rampart and Burgundy streets, with the high, frail looking fence in front "tile which a tree or two is visible, have. within the last few years, noticed through the open gateway a decrepid old Jady with 8N0 W white hair, and a smile of peace and contentment lighting up her go:den features. For a few years past abe baa been missed from her accustomed place. The feeble old lady lay upon per bed with her daughter and gradchildren around her ministering her wants. On Wednesday the invalid sank into the sleep whieh knows no waking. Those whom she had befriended crowded into tha little room where she was exposed, in order to obtain a last look at the features, smiling even in death, of her who had been so kind to them. At 5 o'clock yesterday evening Marie Lavean was buried in her famtiy tomb in St. Louie Cemetery No. 1. Her remains were followed to the grave by a large concourse of people, the most prominent and the most humble joining in paying their last respects to the dead. Father Mignot conducted the funeral services. Marie Laveau was born ninety-eight years ago. Her father WAS a rich planter, who was prominent in all public affairs, and served in the Legislature of this State. Her mother was Marguerite Henry, and ber grandmother was Marguerite Semard. All were beautiful women of color. The gift of beauty was hereditary in the family, and Marie inherited it in the fullest degree. When she was twenty-five years old she was led to the altar by Jacques Paris, a carpenter. This marriage took place at the St. Louis Cathedral, Pere Antoine, of be loved memory, conducting the service, and MI. Mazureau, the famous lawyer, acting aa witness. A year afterwards Mr. Paris disappeared, and no one knows to this day what became of him. After waiting a year for his return she married Capt. Christophe Glapion. The latter was also very prominent bere, and served with distinction in the battalion of men of San Domingo, under D'Aquio, with Jackson in the war of 1815. Fifteen chiidren were the result of their marriage. Only one of these is now alive. Capt. Glapion died greatly regretted, on the 26th of June, 1855. Five years afterwards Marie Laveau became ill, and has been sick ever ence. ber indieposition becoming more pronounced and painfal within the last ten yeare. Beeides being very beautiful Marie was also very wise. She was skillful in the practice of medicine and was acquainted with the valuable healing qualitles of indigenous herbs. She was very succeesful as a nurse, wonderful stories being told of her exploits at the sick bed. In yellow fever and cholera epidemics she was always called upon to nurse the sick, and always responded promptly. Her skill and knowledge earned her the friendship and approbation of those sufficiently cultivated, but the ignorant attributed her success to unnatural means, and held her in constant dread. Notably in 1853 a committee of gentlemen, appointed at a mess meeting held at Globe Hall, waited on Marie and requested her on bebalf of the people to minister to the feverstricken. She went out a and fought the pestilence where it was thickest, and many alive day owe their salvation to her devotion. Not alone to the siok was Marie Laveau a blessing. To help a fellow creature in distrees she considered a pricelees privilege. She was born in the house where she died. Her mother lived and diea there before her. The unassuming cottage has stood for century and a half. It was built by the first French settlers of adobé, and not a brick was employed in its construction. When it was erected it was considered the handcomest building in the neighborhood. Rampart street was not then in existence, being the ekirt of a wilderness, and latterly a line of entrenchment. Notwithstanding the decay of her little mansion, Marie made the sight of it pleasant to the unfortunate. At any time of night or day any one was welcome to food and lodging. Those in trouble had but to come to her and she would make their cause her own after undergoing great sacrifices in order to assist them. Besides being charitable, Marie was also very pious and took delight in strengthening the allegiance of souls to the church. She would moments sit and with the endeavor condemned to turn in their last thoughts to Jesus. Whenever a prisoner excited her pity Marie would labor incessantly to obtain his pardon, or at least a commutation of sentence, and she generally sacceeded. A few years ago, before she lost control of her memory, she was rich in interesting reminiscences of the early history of this olty. She spoke often of the young Amerloan Governor Claiborne, and told how the child-wife he brought with him from TennesEe® died of the yellow fever shortly after Dis arrival, and with the dead babe upon her bosom was buried in a corner of the old American Cemetery. She spoke sometimes of the strange little man with the wonderful bright eyes, Aaron Barr, who was so polite and so dangeroas. She loved to talk of Lafayette, who vieited New Orleans over half a century ago. The great Frenchman came to see her at her house, and kissed her on the forehead at parting. She remembered the old French general, Hombert, and was one of the few colored people who escorted to the tomb, long since dismantled, in the Catholic cemetery, the withered and grizzly remains of the hero of Casteibar. Probably she knew Fath-r Antoine better than any living in those daysfor he the priest and she the parse met at the dying bedride of hundreds of peopleabe to close the faded eyes in death and he to waft the soul over tue river to the realms of eternel joy. All in all Marie Laveau WAS a most wonderful woman. Doing good for the sake of doing good alone, she obtained DO reward, oft times meeting with prejudoee and loatning, she was nevertheless contented and did not flag in her work. She always had the cause of the people at heart, and was with them in all things. During the late rebellion she proved her loyalty to the South at every opportunity and freely dispensed help to those who suffered in defense of the " loat, cause." Her last days were epent surrounded by sacred pictures and other evidences of re igion, and died with a firm trast in heaven. While God'e sunehine plays around the little tomb where her remains are buried, by the side of her second husband. and her sons and daughters, Marie name will not be forgotten in New Orleans.
