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- Southern Methodist Itinerant.
Parkersburg, Virginia, April 13, 1859.
Vol. IV. No. 1. Whole No. 73.
Page 4, Column 3
Died, January 12th, 1859, at his residence on Sand Creek, Jackson county, Va., Mr. Jeptha M'Gee, aged 44 years, 6 months and 10 days.
Mr. M'Gee was a native of Preston county, Virginia, and moved to Jackson 23 years ago. He experienced religion a short time before he left his native county, but did not make a public profession until after he came to this county.-- Twenty-two years ago he joined the Methodist Episcopal Church and remained a consistent and much beloved member of the same until his death.
His health had been somewhat feeble for several months, but his last illness continued less than 48 hours. Oh, how inscrutable are the ways of Providence! In less than two days we see this happy family deprived of a most affectionate husband and father; but they mourn not as those who have no hope. His sufferings were too great to permit him to converse during his illness; but we have the comforting assurance that his was no death-bed conversion, and can meditate with more delight upon his life spent in the service of Christ than we could have done upon his dying hours, though they had been triumphant. And though the prospects and fondest hopes of grown up children are blighted and smaller children left without a father's protecting love they can look forward with joyful anticipation to that world where disease cannot enter and death make us afraid.
His family noticed his being unusually solemn for several days previous to his illness, and the last time that he met with them at the family altar, he offered the most affecting prayer they ever heard him offer; although enjoying his usual health at that time he seemed to feel an unusual solicitude for his children and prayed for them with such earnest tenderness, as to cause some of them to feel considerably. He was at all times a most affectionate husband, and his last sufferings seemed, if possible, to strengthen his affection for Mrs. M'Gee. "Don't grieve, dear, I'll soon be well, don't grieve for me but take care of yourself," he would say, as she, with a bleeding heart, watched him fluttering between life and death.
His sufferings were most excruciating, but they were soon over, and while the heart grows chill and faint at the recollection of his las sufferings how consoling and delightful to think that his ransomed spirit, having winged its way home, is safe, though we must mourn. He leaves a heart-lacerated companion and six children, a widowed mother and several brothers and sisters to mourn their irreparable loss. He also leaves a mourning church, and the community has lost an estimable associate. Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.
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