NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION OBITUARIES
Of Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ
September 27, 28, and 29, 1940
Held With
Caney Creek Church
Pike County Kentucky

Furnished by J B Francis
Transcribed by Gloria Marcum

Adams, David ~ With sadness of heart and in respect of our beloved Brother I will try to write a short sketch of his life, to-wit, Elder David Adams, who died June 4th, 1940. He was born at Stonegap, Va. on Oct. 14, 1862, being 77 years, 7 months and 20 days old. He came to Letcher County at an date where he was later married to Susie Wells about the year of 1880. She died about the year 1889 and he married Matilda Gibson about 1891. Unto this union were born 21 children. His second wife died in 1925 and in 1927 he was married to Hannah Moore. I cannot give the exact date when Brother Adams joined the Old Regular Baptist Church but his credentials show that he has been ordained a minister of the gospel forty-four years and since I have known him, he has been faithful to fill his seat and go to all sister churches where he could. He was a strong believer in the Old Regular Baptist Church. I don't know how long Bro. Adams was a member of the Old Joppa Church but he came with the arm from the old Joppa Church and was organized into a church body at the mouth of Clear Creek the third Saturday in July, 1935, where his fellowship remained until he died. Bro. Adams was loved by all the brethren and sisters, but we feel that our loss is his eternal gain. Bro. Adams was afflicted several years before he died and he always enjoyed the visits of the brethren and sisters and the meetings they held for him. Now It me say to his children, who have not professed a hope in Christ: If you want to be with father again you will have to close in with the offered mercies of God before it is too late, for I believe Bro. Adams is now resting under the altar awaiting the great resurrection and then all the children of God will be housed eternally where they can sing that new song, "I have been redeemed." Bro. Adams' funeral will be preached at the Little Nancy Church the fourth Saturday and Sunday in June, 1941. Elders Linzy Moore, E. V. Hopkins, Frank Hopkins, and Jerry Hall to preach.
Written by, Lowey Frazier

Adams, Vina ~ It now becomes my sad duty to write an obituary of a beloved Sister, to-wit, Vina Adams. She was born August 7, 1878 and died January 29, 1940, at the age of 62 years, 4 months and 22 days. She was the daughter of Sis Hall. Sister Adams was married to Uncle Buddy Adams many years ago. She joined the Island Creek Church of the Old Regular Baptists the third Saturday in April, 1926, and was a faithful member until her death. Sister Adams was kind and gentle to all. She has one son and one daughter living. She made her home with her daughter. I will say to her daughter, I know you will miss your good mother and father who have left you and oh, the sad and lonely hours and the lonely nights and dark days that have hovered over your troubled mind since your good mother has been gone no one knows, but while the body of your mother sleeps in the lonely graveyard we believe her soul is at rest in the kingdom of God awaiting the great resurrection morning when the saints of the most high God will get up from their cold bed of clay and go to meet the Lord in the air and so shall be forever with the Lord. I will say to the children, if you ever expect to meet your good old mother again let me beg you children to fall out with sin and close in with the free and offered mercy of God before death comes, for as death finds you judgment will receive you. Remember your mother's walks and ways. Written by your weak and unworthy brother, Bro. B. S. Damron

Bates, Susan ~ It is with a sad and prayerful heart that I attempt to write a brief obituary of Susan Bates. She was born January 12, 1884, and deceased this life Sept. 18, 1938 at the age of 54 years, 8 months and 6 days. She was a daughter of John B. Smith and Pheoba Smith of Carrs Fork, Knott County and was married to Willie Bates. Unto this union were born 8 children, the oldest son, Hargiss, died one month and fifteen days before her death. For twelve years she was afflicted with epilepsy. Pour years before her death she joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Thornton Gap, the second Saturday in October, 1934, if I recall correctly, and was baptized two weeks later by Bro. Ellis Hopkins and wanted fellowship at Providence. She lived a Christian life until death, always praying for her children and telling them to do good and stay out of trouble. She leaves four boys and two girls and a broken-hearted father to weep and mourn the loss of so good a mother and dear wife. So children, if we want to live with mama again you must repent and believe on Jesus. Written by a weeping husband and father, Willie Bates

Boyd, Mary Anne ~ It now becomes my duty by request, to try to write a short sketch of the life and death of Sister Mary Anne Boyd. She was the daughter of James and Sallie Smiley, who preceded her in death years ago. She was born July 14, 1S54, and was married to James Monroe Boyd in 1875. Unto this union were born twelve children, six of whom are living. She also leaves a host of friends to grieve her departure. She joined the New Salem Church of Old Regular Baptists many years ago and lived a true and devoted Christian life until death, which makes us feel free to say that Sister Mary Anne was one of the kind that was spoken of in Revelations: "Write blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth, yea, saith the Spirit." So I want to say to her dead children, if you ever expect to meet mother, you must obey that good Spirit and quit your wrongs. I mean you who have not already made peace with. God. I, the writer, will say that if I know anything about the fruits of that good Spirit, that Sister Mary Anne surely did bear the fruit as long as I knew her. I have stopped and talked with her many times and she always had a smile on her face that seemed to say, "I am ready to go at God's command," although she lived to a ripe old age, and like Job, bore her sickness with patience and earnestly contended for the faith that was once delivered to the Saints, and in her husband's lifetime their door was always open to their friends. So children, I want to say your dear old mother is gone and too much good could not be said about her, but at the resurrection she will awake to everlasting life and God Himself will wipe all tears from her eyes. So for fear I will make this obituary too lengthy, I will close. Her funeral will be preached the Third Saturday and Sunday in July, 1941 at the head of Prater Creek, by Elders C. F. Conn, J. P. Hall and others. Everybody invited. Written by, J. P. Hall

Burke, Nancy Ann ~ It now becomes my sad duty to write a sketch of the life and death of my dear mother, Nancy Ann Burke. She was born August 10, 1869 and died Sept. 5, 1939 at the age of 70. She was the daughter of Hut Justice and Rachel Justice. Mother was married to John G. Burke and to this union were born five children, four of whom preceded her in infancy. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church some 30 years ago and lived a good Christian life. She was always sickly and hardly ever able to attend church although she loved to hear of their good meetings and was good and kind to everybody. Her door was always open and her table set for everyone. She had that dreadful disease, cancer. She had one cancer taken out and was all right for over a year when it came back again. She lived nine months after it set up the second time. She didn't dread death, she said she only hated to leave us so alone in this world I know that I could not miss anyone like I miss mother. She was the sunshine of our home. I am sure she is resting in her eternal home while we are left here in this unfriendly world to mourn our loss and I am sure that she is missed by all the neighbors. She has been gone over a year now and our loss seems almost as great as ever. I miss her so much when there is sickness in the family. She was always doing something for the sick. I am sure that the neighbors all miss her for it was never too cold or dark at the hour of midnight or anytime but what she would arise and go to any of their homes if they were sick. I am sure now that she is resting from all toil and misery. The last word that I ever heard her speak was when I asked her what I could do for her when she was suffering so and she said, "Nothing," just whispered it but I shall always remember it; also the good neighbors who stood over her in death.
Written in loving memory by her only daughter, Rachel Compton

Burks, Cora ~ It is with a sad and broken heart that I try to write a short sketch of the life of my dear companion, Cora Burke. She was the daughter of Enon and Martha Cook. She was born April 9, 1891; died September 2, 1940. She joined the Providence Church of the Old Regular Baptists about the year 1912, and lived a faithful member until her death. She filled her seat in the church as long as she was able and could get to church. She enjoyed seeing the sisters and brethren coming into her home. We were united in marriage on January 1, 1914, at the home of her father, Enon Cook, of Knott County, by Elder E. H. Hall. Unto this union were born seven children, six girls and one boy. They are as follows: Mrs. Simon Mullins, of Huntington, W. Va.; Maxie, Emily, Watson, Ruba Melda, Rhoda and Flurette Nadene, of Oil Springs, Ky. She has left all of her children and myself to mourn her loss, but our loss is her eternal gain. I feel that she has gone to the home she often told me she was going to. I have no doubts nor fears. Her company was always sweet and mild. She always bore her troubles patiently and when she saw I was in distress she always comforted me with her kind words and would say, "Do not worry over earthly things for they will all vanish away. Let's build our hopes upon Heavenly things where no troubles will ever enter in." I will now turn this over to my children, who I feel miss their loving mother as much as I miss my most precious companion. The life of our little family revolved about a sweet and loving mother, who always tried to guide us in the pathway of the right. Her advice was of the best and if we would only follow it, we will surely see her again some day. Jesus was her weapon against this vain world of sin. She would say, "If God is for you no one can be against you." She let God be her guide and she made a perfect guide for her family. But now our guide is gone to be an angel around God's great throne. Often we have heard her tell of her experience with God. She was burdened down with the yoke of sin and could not enjoy life although she was still in her youth. The faces of her beloved father, mother, brothers and sisters were as strangers to her. For months she was in this trance and feared that she would die. She would go to the beds of her beloved ones and look upon each face and think surely that would be the last. But she felt the need to pray and one night at the milk gap she kneeled in prayer. Jesus took the yoke of sin and gave mother peace within until she crept away to Jesus' bosom. There she will sleep in peace and rest until the great judgment day. This parting is of sorrow; From, us she has gone; But she's a shining angel Now seated at God's Great Throne. We will meet her tomorrow In a bright, and happy land; We will never depart When we once shake her hand. O Time do roll swiftly by And bring the Judgment Day That we may look upon her face And with mother forever stay. Her funeral will be held the fourth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1941. Ministers expected to attend are as follows: Elder Hayes Maynard, Elder Hatler Mullins, Elder Tommy Collier, Elder Thomas Mosley, Elder Mac Wright, Elder Aaron Pack, Elder Troy Nicholas. Place of funeral at Oil Springs, Ky.  Written by the Family.

Carts, Brother Carol ~ It is with much sadness that I try to write a short obituary of Bro. Carol Carts. Brother Carts was born in Matthews, Indiana June 7, 1902 and died Sept. 5, 1940. Brother Carts was married to Nilora Thornsbury January 13, 1922 and to this union were born three children, two daughters and one son. Brother Carts joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized by Bro. E. H. Howard and had his fellowship with the Stone Coal Church but later when his companion joined the Caney Fork Church of Old Regular Baptists, he brought his letter there, it being near their home. He was a faithful member until death claimed him. The Church had given him a right to exercise a public gift and he has often told me how strong he believed the Lord had laid the mantle of the Gospel upon him, We have walked together and prayed together and tried to preach together but now he has left me and I believe today his soul is with Jesus and the angels. I visited him while he was in the hospital and many times I found him praying. He told me it always did him good to see some one who would talk to him about the good Lord. He suffered with cancer and two or three days before ho died he had to sit up. He said it smothered him to lay down. He told his good companion all he hated about dying was leaving her and their children. Bro. Carol leaves his family, his father and mother, and one brother and two sisters and many friends to mourn his company here, but I feel our earthly loss his eternal gain. I want all his people to remember his friends and neighbors who showed him so much kindness in the hour of peril and especially Arthur Rushbrook, who waited upon him day and night. So my advice to one and all is to let us try to gain that peaceful shore and meet Bro. Carol where parting is no more.
Written by his Brother in the Lord, I hope, Green Bradley

Caudill, Albert ~ It is with a sad heart that I try to write a short sketch of the life of Bro. Albert Caudill. He was a son of Bro. A. L. Caudill and Sister Martha Caudill. He was born Feb. 14, 1901 and died March 14, 1940, at the age of 39 years and 31 days. He was married to Mandy Layne, a daughter of W. M. Layne and Sister Lizzie Layne. Bro. Albert joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about three years before he died and lived a faithful member until death. I loved to talk with him for his conversation was of a Godly sort. He was strong in the faith. His views on the Scriptures were sound. He said he felt he was called to preach the gospel to poor dying sinners and he showed me some good evidence of a call to the ministry. Bro. Caudill was operated on for appendicitis and died with pneumonia. He leaves a faithful little wife and a little adopted daughter, seven sisters and a brother besides many friends to mourn his loss. Oh, how we do miss him at the old Caney Fork Church.
Written by Elder Sherman Slone

Combs, Jim ~ It is with sadness that I try to write a short obituary of my dear brother in the Lord, Brother Jim Combs. He was born July 17, 1891, and departed this life at the age of 48 years, 5 months on Dec. 24, 1939. He was married to Buggie Conley about 30 years ago. To this union were born eleven children. His good wife and four infants preceded him in death, leaving 3 girls and 4 grandchildren, 3 brothers, 2 sisters and many friends to mourn his loss. Brother Jim was baptized Sept. 8, 1935. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church four years before he died and lived a faithful member and filled his seat regularly as long as he was able, and when he was not able he called his brothers in to pray, preach and sing for him. After he became unable to walk he went to the Paintsville Hospital and then to Hazard to a chiropractor but nothing helped him. I visited Brother Jim often and talked with him about the Bible, but I have never heard him talk on the Bible like he did three nights before he died. Here is one verse that he quoted: "If we have only hoped in Christ in thi3 life we are of all men most pitiable. His wife had come to his bedside in a dream and he could almost feel the weight of her hand on his face. There was a light shining through the window beside his bed the night before he died. He called for Brother Hawk Moore and the last words he spoke were "Children, Children!" I will say to the children if you ever expect to see your good father again you must repent, beloved and be baptized. One of his favorite songs was "Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound." Written by Noah and Eli Moore Damron, Hattie ~ It is with a sad heart I will try in my weakness to write a short sketch of Sister Hattie Damron. She was the daughter of Candy and Francis Blankenship and was born April 26, 1896. She died at the age of 43 years. She was married to Jack Damron in the year of 1917 and to this union were born nine children. Three have died leaving six living to mourn her loss. She has five brothers and two sisters. Her father and mother died years before she did. She has one sister and one brother who have confessed a hope in Jesus Christ, and I want to say to those who are yet out in sin if you ever want to see Sister Hattie again you will have to be born again. Sister Hattie was loved by all who knew her. You could always meet her in the good old fashioned way. Sister Hattie first joined the Hard Shell Church but was dissatisfied 30 she joined the Old Regular Baptists. We went over to the old Samaria Church and she said she enjoyed it so much. She said she wished she had joined it first. Sister Hattie stayed with the Baptist family until the good Lord took her hand. She was faithful in filling her seat as long as she was able to go. A night or so before she died she told us all to pray for the good Lord to come and take her hand, she was suffering so much. She said she was going home where she wouldn't have to suffer any more. My eyes are filled with tears to think of the pitiful groans while I was standing by her dying bed. I believe when the good Lord calls me away from this troubled world I'll meet Sister Hattie where we won't have to say goodbye. I believe she will have a glorious body like Christ's body. There will be no cancer on her body there. Her favorite song was, "Farewell, Mother, I Am Dying." Written by a Sister in the Lord, I hope, Maudie Hamilton

Conn, Hiram Sr. ~ Hiram Conn, Sr., was born July 14, 1850 and departed this life September 27th, 1939, at the age of 89 years, 7 months and 13 days. He was born in Floyd County and resided within a few miles of the same place all of his life. At about the age of 19 years he was married to Ellen Crum, and to that union were born 12 children, 8 boys and 4 girls. Five boys, Frank, Jim, Ike, Dave and Lee and one daughter, Nella Spears, are still living. On the 23rd day of August, 1893, the "home circle" was broken by the death of Uncle Hi's first wife. On the 23rd day of November, 1893, he was united in marriage with Catherine Howell and to that union were born two boys and three girls, al of whom survive except one daughter, Helen, who was killed by a train May 25, 1929 while trying to rescue her child. Charley, Henry, Nicy and Myrtle are left to mourn the loss of a departed father. On the 20th day of January, 1918, the death angel again visited that happy home and took from his embrace his second companion. On the 7th day of June, 1919 he was united in marriage to Jennie B. Adkins, who for more than 19 years cared for and administered to his every want and on September 7, 1938, she too was called away. Uncle Hi leaves 11 children, 122 grandchildren, 281 great-grandchildren and 61 great-great-grandchildren. A total of 475. Uncle Hi always lived a quiet and peaceable life and more than forty years ago he joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and has lived a devoted Christian life since. During his stay on earth he enjoyed excellent health and until he more than SO years of age was able to ride long distances to his church. On the 12th day of July, 1039, he had a stroke of paralysis.'s, which rendered him speechless and almost helpless::. He would often make an effort to talk to his children who assembled around his bedside and there is no doubt in the writer's mind but what he was trying to counsel I them, or tell them that his path was clear and he would soon join those loved ones gone on before. Every care was administered by his children who were ever by his bedside. It is our humble opinion that the Lord will bless and reward children who take such kind and tender care of father as these have, especially Myrtle and John S., who were never too tired or sleepy to administer to his every want, not only them but others also. Children, father is gone, cannot be here with you again, but you know the life he would have you live, that you may meet him over there, and together ever be with the Lord. Written by a friend and neighbor.

Hall, Floyd ~ Bro. Floyd Hall, a native of Beaver Valley, was born Feb. 29, 1859 and departed this life -September 14, 1939, at the age of 80 years, 5 months. Bro. Hall was married to Malinda Huff in 1877 and to this union were born fifteen children. Four preceded Bro. Hall in infancy, one at adult age. Bro. Hall joined the Old Regular Baptist at Steels Creek Church, May 6, 1934 and was baptized by Elder M. C. Wright. I want to say the his surviving children, that if you want to see father again you had better seek the God of heaven for pardon of your sins. After death comes it is too late. Come down on your bended knees and ask God from the very depth of your heart to forgive you of your sins. Some people would have you to believe that there is no hereafter, but let me say to you all, just as sure as you live in this world you have to come before God and be judged. If you don't bend your knees now you will after awhile for God has said that every knee shall bow and every tongue confess. So children, look to God for help; One who is always willing to help. How beautiful heaven is and how happy; but O how miserable the world of the lost is. So I hope that all of Bro. Hall's children will change their ways of living. May God be with all who reads these few words written by his Brother in hope of living again after this life is out.
Bro. F. C. Collins

Hamilton, Virginia ~ It is with sadness that I try to write a short sketch of the life of a good and precious mother, Sister Virginia Hamilton. She was born in j.883 and died September 3, 1939 at the age of 57. She was married to D. P. Hamilton in 1900 and unto this union were born thirteen children of which four preceded her in death. Nine children, a husband, three brothers and one sister besides a host of friends are left to mourn her loss. She joined the Regular Baptist Church in 1926 and lived a faithful member until death. Mother always loved to go to church. The last time she was at church I saw her shout and praise the Lord. I feel she is where the congregation of the Lord will never break up. When any dispute would come up in the church, mother would not say anything. She always wanted peace. I believe mother is resting with Jesus. When she was laying sick we would ask her to let us send for a doctor. She would say, "Go after some Brother to try on me." We sent after Brother E. V. Hamilton and Brothers Jonah Isaac and Brother Bill Martin about three times. Mother would say all the time she was going to die and that there wasn't anything in her way. A few days before she died she turned her face toward the wall and tears ran down her checks. She said to the hoys, "Be good, boys, and meet mother." She said she would soon be where she could get ease. She said she prayed to raise her children, then she was ready to die. Some day bye and bye I believe I will meet mother again. I have seen her in visions as white as snow. According to the fruits she bore, she is where there is no sickness, pain or death. She was a mother to all little children. Her favorite song was: "Farewell, Mother, I am Dying." Written by her daughter, Margie M. Reynolds

Johnson, Kendrick & Sallie ~ By the request of Kendrick Johnson's children I will write a sketch of their lives. Bro. Kendrick was born in Knott County, Ky. March 4, 1848 and died Dec. 29, 1939, being nearly 92 years old. He was a son of Pateson and Elizabeth Johnson. Sister Sallie Johnson was born April 28, 1853 and deceased this life January 25, 1938. She was a daughter of James and Dillie Tackett. They were united in matrimony in the year of 1871 and lived a peaceful and good life together 67 years. Unto this union were born eleven children, eight of whom survive to weep over father and mother. They belonged to the Joppa Church nearly 50 years. I have heard them tell their experiences over fifty years. It was meat and drink to hear these old folks talk of the old times in their early days. There was just about a year's difference in their death. This good old father and mother practiced what they professed. I feel that according to the good relations they told me they will live together throughout eternity. Brother Kendrick wanted me to come and have meeting- with him. The good Lord told us to comfort one another and we should do so. When the railroad was built up left Beaver Creek Bro. Kendrick sold out and went to the head of Clear Creek where he stayed for some time, then he settled on Boar Fork of Robinson Creek where he remained the rest of his days here on earth. These good old folks praised God faithfully until death and I feel there are crowns laid up for them in Heaven, and not only for them but for their children if they will fall out with sin and serve the Lord. I hope the good example these good old folks laid before their children will penetrate down in their souls. I knew this couple for over twenty years. They were good to everyone. They labored hard in this world to raise their children and always tended to their own affairs. So dear, children, don't weep over them but weep for yourselves, for I feel they made a happy change. In the morning of the resurrection Bro. Kendrick and Sister Sallie will come forth from the grave and sing His praise forever. Remember that good counsel they gave you. I know personally that Bro. Kendrick's children took good care of their father and mother and I hope they will be rewarded for so doing and at last receive a crown in Heaven that will never fade away. May the good Lord bless all the children. Written by, Elder J. B. Hamilton

Johnson, Nancy ~ A little obituary of the good old deceased Sister Nancy Johnson, who was born April 15, 1854 and died September 23, 1939. She was a faithful member of the Old Regular Baptist Church for seven years. Sister Nancy was the wife of Abisha Johnson, both being members of the Old Regular Baptist faith and order. The old brother has outstripped us and gone on before, about forty-four years ago. He was a great teacher of the Supreme Being who dwells above, telling the people that they must realize that Gold holds all power over both heaven and earth and beneath the earth. Abisha and Nancy Johnson were parents of nine children, eight boys and one girl. Three are living. Those three living have confessed a hope in Jesus the Lord while their mother was here with them. I realize their confession was a great consolation to the good old mother. While the sister was suffering many aching pains at different times she called me and said: "Brother Bennie, I have got to leave you all, but God knows I love you." I said: "Aunt Nancy, in case something did happen that you could not live any longer, have you seen anything that makes you feel you are ready to go to a better land?" "Yes," she said, "I saw little Dan and my mother in heaven, but I could only get hold of mother's hand." While the death angel was moving upon her she was casting her eyes up toward heaven and the little daughter, Nancy Ann, stood trembling by her side and said: "Mother, something you are wanting?" She repeated: "I want the door." Then they hastened to the door with her and she cast her eyes toward the sky. She revived and started a little hymn: "Farewell, vain world, I am going home, My Saviour smiles and bids me come." While she was in a trance she was talking and said: "Here are my two little ones, Cora, can't you see them?" Then she clasped her hands and shouted, saying: "X want heaven. I want heaven." Funeral services of the deceased sister will be attended to on the third Saturday and Sunday in August, 1941.
Advice: Harken to the Lord calling, Work while its light, For no man can work, While it is dark  Composed by B. J. Caudill (member of Stone Coal Church)

Jones, Lona ~ Sister Lona Jones was born June 30, 1913 and died January 22, 1040 at the age of 26 years and 7 months. She was the daughter of Miles Jones and Sister Ollie Jones. She became ill while working at Pikeville and they took her to Dr. Walk Stumbo's Hospital. He said she had T. B. and she wasn't well any more until death. She said she had a dream and saw herself just as poor as she was when she died. She took that as a warning of her death so she began praying to the good Lord for Him to save her soul. I went to see her occasionally and sang and prayed for her. I also prayed for her when I was away, asking the Lord to let her live long enough to repent of her sins, so she lived about two years and 7 months after she took sick. One day she called her mother and when she came she sat up in the bed and began to clap her little hands and cry, and said, "I feel like the good Lord has pardoned my sins. No one knows how good I feel. I want grandfather and grandmother to come," and she hugged them and kissed them. About two weeks later one evening about 5 o'clock she said, "Momrnie I want somebody to come," and her mother asked her who she wanted and she said Claib Mosley. About that time I came in and went to her bedside and she began to shout and said, "I feel like calling you Brother Sherman." She wanted a meeting and I went after Bro. Claib Mosley and Bro. Green Bradley. We had a good warm meeting. At the end of the meeting I announced an open church door and she gave me her hand and took up fellowship with the Regular Baptist Church. So I told her she was mighty weak to be baptized but if she couldn't be satisfied to let us know and we would come any time and baptize her. In a few days she called us tack and said she couldn't be satisfied without being baptized, so we carried her to the water in a chair and Bro. Hauly Warren and I carried her out in the water where Bro. E. V. Hopkins and I administered baptism to her and she became strengthened and I led her out up the bank and she was shouting and praising God. She was baptized Nov. 17, 1939 and died Jan. 22, 1940. She leaves a father and mother, two brothers, 7 sisters and a dear little son to mourn her loss. After counseling her sisters and kissing her mother she said goodbye and soon joined the heavenly host we believe beyond doubt. Oh, how we miss her, so I feel animated to write these words, knowing they are true. Written by your brother in hope, Sherman Slone

King, Ardelia ~ Sister Ardelia King was born October 9, 1908, and departed this life May 30, 1940. She left nine children and a husband to mourn the loss of a dear mother and wife. Sister King had a dream in which she was going up a hill to a burial with a little baby in her arms. She asked who was to be buried and an angel said that it was her and she answered that she wanted to be baptized. She dreamed she came to a clear creek and Tack Hall and Bill Hall were in the water with her and ready to baptize her and the angels were flying over her. Her request was for Brother Tack Hall to hold prayer, Brother Bill Martin to follow and Brother Bill Hall to close the service. Sister King said she heard the angels sing these songs: "I'm a Soldier Bound for Glory;" "Must Jesus Bear The Cross Alone?" "The Saviour Is Waiting To Welcome the Traveler Home." She sailed on that Old Ship, the angels came and welcomed her in at the golden gate. She clapped her hands and praised God and wanted us all to meet her in Heaven, and said she had been afflicted for several years and that there would be no cripples nor any troubles in Heaven. The funeral of Sister King will be preached the Fifth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1941 by those above mentioned brethren and others. She joined the Regular Baptist Church at Island Creek the third Saturday in April and intended to be baptized the first Saturday and Sunday in May by Brother Bill Hall and Brother Tack Hall, but wasn't permitted. My membership is in the Mothers Home Church, where she wanted hers with her brethren and sisters. I have not told you half my wife told me to tell you all, but I will try and tell you later on. Written by her husband, Shiller King

Layne, Lizzie ~ Whereas the great God of Heaven who created all things and said that all living shall die and return to dust again, and whereas it has been His will to take and remove from us one of our dear and beloved sisters in Christ, to-wit: Sister Lizzie Layne, who is now dead and gone from us. She was a daughter of Brother N. G. Sturgill, a Baptist minister who stood firm for the Baptist cause.' Sister Layne was born November 7, 1882 and died March 28, 1939 at the age of 56 years, 4 months, 21 days. In the year of 1897 she was united in marriage with W. M. Layne and the two did live together in the enjoyment of peace and love for many year, even until separated by death. Their family consisted of twelve children, seven boys and live girls, of whom ten are still living. One died in infancy several years ago and the other, Marion Layne, died a short time before his mother, being shot and killed at the age of 24 years while in discharge of his duty as an officer, which brought much grief and worry upon father and mother and all the family.  Sister Layne joined the Church of Old Regular Baptists and was baptized into the fellowship of the old Caney Fork Church of Regular Baptists several years ago, where she found a welcome seat among the brethren and sisters of the old Caney church, and lived and died in fellowship of same. Many good things could be written concerning her Christian life, her love and zeal for the old Baptist Church to which she belonged. She loved the Bible, the book of God. She read it and recognized it above all books. She found it contained so many good precious promises to those who love and serve the Lord and I believe she loved the Lord and put her trust in Him. She loved her husband and children and they loved her. Sister Layne had her share of the great struggle and worry of life in this world, laboring- together with her husband to raise and nourish their little ones that they loved so well, and by the help of God they raised a nice and industrious family of both boys and girls. I believe that sister Layne sought the Lord years ago, bowing down upon her knees, making her confession to her God and begging Him for His mercy and to save her precious soul and give her a home in Heaven and I believe the Lord heard her prayers  and has given her soul a sweet home with Him, to live with Him forever more. Therefore, we should not weep for her, but weep for ourselves and our children that are yet to die. I have known Sister Layne for several years, especially since she joined the church and became a member of the Caney Fork Church. Oh, how we miss her when we meet at the church house and find her seat vacant in our church, never to be filled by her again. She suffered so much with gallstones, but in all her suffering from time to time she never lost sight of her beautiful home in Heaven. Her husband and children did all they could to keep her with them longer. They took her to the hospital in hopes of her recovery, but nothing helped her. Before they started to the hospital with her she called her husband and her children to her bed and asked them all to meet her in Heaven, and not to grieve over her she had a strong hope that when she left here she would be well again and all her troubles would be over. And when the waves of death compassed her and she saw she had to die she still called on the Lord. Now I will say to her husband: The precious Jewel of your home is gone and left you to be back no more. She, no doubt, was the greatest joy of your life. It might have been when you saw her fading away in death that you would have longed to go with her, but it is best the way it was. God does all things for the best. Perhaps you were not prepared like she was. Just before she passed away she requested that her funeral be preached at the same time and place that they had set for her son, Marion Layne, and that her body be taken to the graveyard and laid down beside her son, which request was fulfilled. So I will say to you Bidge, pray God to help you to prepare to meet your good wife again where you can be with her always and never part again. And I will say to her children, surely you will not forget your mother's dying request, when she called you all to her bedside and asked all you children and her husband to meet her in Heaven. What are you going to do about it? What did you all promise your dying mother? If you promised her you would try to meet her in Heaven, of course she believed you were telling her the truth and perhaps she left you believing you would try to do what you promised her. I will close this lengthy article by saying, may the Lord help you all to forsake sin and turn to serve the true and living God that you all may be prepared when death comes, to meet your dear mother again. Sister Lizzie leaves a dear husband, ten children, two brothers besides several grandchildren, son-in-laws and many other relatives and friends to mourn her loss. The family of the deceased feel grateful for the many kindnesses shown them by their neighbors and friends during the period of illness and at the time o± the death of the departed wife and mother and wish to thank them all most sincerely.
Written by, J. C. Mosley.

Martin, Rebecca Wallen ~ Rebecca Wallen Martin was born July 24, 1856 and departed this life January 30, 1937 at the age of 81 years and 6 months. She was married to Jackson Martin about 1874 and to this union were born five children, four boys and one girl; two of the children preceded her in death, three are yet living. Sister Martin joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Caney Fork about 50 years ago and lived a Christian life until she had to quit the walks of life. Sister Martin was very much loved by all who knew her. She was always faithful in filling her seat when she was able. No one seemed to enjoy the spirit of God any more than she did and I have seen her give God praise when it looked like she wasn't able to raise her sweet hands. Sister Martin always had a kind word to speak to all she met. She was one of the old time kind of sisters and loved the old} time way of living. She always gave her children good council. Children, a few words to you all and I want you to listen: if you ever expect to see that good mother of yours again you will have to be born again and walk the same road that mother did. You all know that mother always gave you good advice. Sister Martin's seat in our church is vacant but we feel that she has filled a seat in heaven where no sickness or death will ever prey on her body. So may God bless and save her children. Written by her unworthy brother in hope, F. C. Collins

Nickels, Glaithy ~ I will try in my weakness and unworthy feeling to write a short sketch of the Christian life as best I can, of our dear and much beloved sister, to-wit: Sister Glaithy Nickles. She was the daughter of George W. Moore and Susan Moore. She was born January 1, 1869 and died November 19, 1939. In early life she was married to Than Nickles. Unto this union were born seven children, four boys and three girls; all but one girl are still living. She departed this life at the age of 70 years, 2 months, 10 days. She joined the church of the Old Regular Baptists the third Saturday in November, 1935 and was baptized by Elder E. V. Hopkins into the fellowship of the old Caney Fork Church where she remained in fellowship with the brethren and sisters of the Caney Fork Church. She was a faithful member in attendance and when she became so feeble in health that she was not able to go she would have some of her sons or son-in-laws take her to church in a car, that seemed to be the greatest joy of her life. And now the old Caney Fork Church feels that it has lost one of its best members, and a vacant seat among them that will not be filled by any better. Sister Glaith loved her children and they loved her. She lived to see two of her children confess a hope in Christ and be baptized into the fellowship of the Old Regular Baptists, to-wit: Brother Troy Nickles, her son, and sister Virgie Slone. It seemed to give her great joy when she saw her son, Troy, enter into the ministry of the gospel of Christ, as she believed that he was sincere in the work. Sister Glaith in the last years of her life became afflicted with high blood pressure, which brought death, the end of her natural life, which caused much grief and sorrow upon her children, and also her many friends and neighbors. Oh, children, what a good mother you all did have, one that never did forsake you day or night, but „always came to your relief. No wonder you are grieved over the death of mother. No wonder you all tried to keep her longer with you. The last days of her life she stayed with Brother Sherman Slone and Sister Virgie, her daughter, who was good and kind to her and waited patiently upon her, doing all they could for her, and no wonder, for she was a mother indeed to them. I have known her for many years, she was a first cousin to me. I visited her often her sickness. She seemed to bear it all with patience. She would call for her brethren and sisters to come and sing and preach and pray for her, but after all she had to die, and leave them all weeping and shedding tears of grief and sorrow. But what a happy thought that when the struggle of death was over with her no more death or sorrow or shedding of tears; death has no more power over her. I believe that when the soul and body parted that the blessed soul went on home and is singing praises to God, leaving her body behind in the hands of her children and friends to carry it to the graveyard to the place she had selected to be buried. And there they laid it down to rest until awakened by the trump of God at the last day, when all who are in the graves shall hear the voice of the Son of God and shall come forth out of the grave. Then I believe that soul that left the body at death will return and be reunited in one spiritual body, now ready to enter into the full glory and enjoyment of Heaven, to live and remain with her God and praise him forever and ever. And now that Sister Gaithy has gone from us to be here no more, I will say to her children, especially you who are still in sin: Have you been thinking of the mistake you have made in letting your good mother get away from you, leaving you still in sin? Think how grievous it is to a good Christian mother to die leaving some of her children in sin, unprepared to meet her in Heaven. Oh, think what joy it might have given her when the struggle of death seized her poor feeble body, when she clapped those little feeble hands together praising God, if she could have said, "Thanks be to God, all my children are on the road to Heaven!" How often has it been said by dying mothers that all they minded about dying was leaving their children unprepared to meet them in Heaven. Now we can go upon the cemetery and behold her grave and tombstone and see the beautiful flowers that you children have decorated her grave with. Oh, how beautiful it is, but not to be compared with that heavenly and beautiful home upon high, where the bright reflection of the glory of God shines all around her. So my advise to you children is to forsake your sinful way and pray God to help you to prepare to meet your mother in Heaven. And I say to Bro. Troy and Sister Virgie, go on the way that your mother went and I believe you will see her again. You should not want hr back here any more, although you would love to see her again, but not in this world of sin and death. May the Lord help us all to live right and meet our dear and beloved sister again in that sweet home above. Humbly Submitted by J. C. Mosley

Osborn, Bitha Ann ~ It is with a  feeling of love and a broken heart that I now try to write a short sketch of my dear mother, to-wit, Bitha Ann Osborn. She was born August 31, 1861, and deceased this life 011 November 27, 1939, at the age of 78 years, two months and 26 days. She was the daughter of William and Crissy Sword. She was married to Will Osborn, the son of George and Clarinda Osborn and to this union were born fifteen children, seven of whom, together with her husband, preceded her in death. She leaves eight children, three girls and five boys, and a host of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, three brothers and many friends to mourn her loss. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in Menifee County in 1910 and was a faithful member until death. She was a good kind mother and wife. She gave us all good counsel. She was kind to everyone who knew her. Everybody loved her. I know there was no rest for her until God called her home where she will be with father and other beloved ones forever. Two of mother's children have professed a hope in Christ. We miss her in our home and in the church but we feel that our loss is her great gain. Her seat is now vacant in the Old Church, which she always enjoyed and filled her seat every time she reasonably could. But we feel and believe that she has now filled a seat in paradise with God. Written by her heart-broken daughter, Mrs. Sill Compton

Ray, Perlina ~ It is with a sad heart that I try to write an obituary of my clear mother, to-wit, Perlina Ray. She was born September 19, 1871, and died December 31, 1939. She was the daughter of W. F. Compton and Mary Sword and was married to Andy (Coon) Ray, who preceded her in death April 1, 1938. Unto this union six children were born, three boys and three girls. Three preceded her in death and three are left to mourn and weep over her loss. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Island Creek July 3, 1896 and kept the faith through all of these many years. She always loved to go to meeting and she was loved by all who knew her. Her seat is vacant in the church but we feel she has a better home in that heavenly land and where she will be always. Her home on earth is no more. We are lonesome because we can't go to mother's home. When we went to see mother she would meet us with a smile and a glad heart. Written by her broken-hearted daughter, Anna McCown

Sexton, Green ~ It is by request that I write an obituary of Bro. Green Sexton. He was about 89 years old and had been a faithful member of the Old Regular Baptist faith for about 50 years. Bro. Sexton was an old type Baptist and his presence at the old Beaver Church will be missed. Bro. Sexton always enjoyed good preaching. He was married to Mandy Wicker and to this union were born twelve children, five boys and seven girl. So children, I would like to say to all of you that your good father has gone to a better world than this we all hope, for the good life he lived gives all of us a hope of seeing him again. Bro. Sexton was a strong believer in a free salvation. He always attended communion services until he was unable to go and about a month before he died when it was communion time at the Beaver church he sent for us to come and wash his feet and take the bread and wine. This was the last time for him in this world to enjoy a communion meeting. So, children, we feel that your loving father is only asleep in Christ to awake on that beautiful day. So children try to meet your father in heaven where you won't have to part. Written by, Aaron Pack

Slone, Manford ~ Manford Slone was born about the year 1867, and died March 9, 1940. He confessed a hope in Christ and was baptized into the fellowship of the Mt. Olive Church of the Old Regular Baptists, the first Saturday in June, 1939, and lived a faithful member until death. Just before he died he told his two boys that he had been an awful cruel man most of his life but he thought he had prayed for all of his sins and if they all were to meet again they would have to change their ways. He said all he dread was the sting of death. He told his two boys that he wanted them to be good and meet him where parting would be no more.
Written by his sad and lonesome wife, Margarette Slone

Sparkman, Catherine ~ With much sadness 1 make this effort to write memorable words of our beloved Sister who has gone to the great beyond, to-wit: Sister Catherine Sparkman. She was born in October, 1859 and died January 6, 1928. Sister Sparkman's maiden name was Catherine Jacobs, and in early life she was married to Billie Sparkman and unto this union were born thirteen children, six boys and seven girls. One boy and two girls died in infancy, leaving five boys and five girls to mourn the loss of a good and pious mother. Sister Sparkman joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and took fellowship with the Mt. Olive Church several years before she died. Five of her children have confessed a hope in Christ and have fellowship in the Regular Baptist Church. Five are still out and have not confessed to be traveling in the path in which we believe that mother traveled in. Children, if you fail to believe in God, forsake and repent of your sins and be born again while living in this life or you will never know how it looks n the glory world. Children, my prayer for you is that you will turn from your wicked ways, that you may die the death of the righteous that your end may be like theirs. Morell Slone

Spurlock, Burbon ~ was born August 13, 1866 and died March 2, 1940, at the age of 74. He belonged to the Regular Baptist Church nearly a year and was a faithful member until death. He was married to Emma Tibbs and this this union were born fifteen children, eleven boys and four girls. Two boys have preceded him in death. He died leaving 13 children, 39 grandchildren, 10 great-grandchildren and a host of friends to mourn his loss. He was ill nearly five years and his sickness was borne with patience. He attended church as long as he was physically able and when he became disabled his doors were open to his Brothers, Sisters, friends and neighbors who held church at his home. He was a father to the whole neighborhood in which he lived. Brother Burbon, in his illness, was carried in a chair to a place below his home and there baptized, Saturday, April 5, 1939, by Brothers E. H. Howard and Thomas Mosley. As soon as he was back at his home he seemed much better. Brother Burbon had the best of care administered to him by his children and friends. But all care and help failed when the Death Angel came and Brother Burbon had to answer. He is missed greatly but we feel that the loss to his loved ones is his gain in a better world. Brother Burbon is not dead but sleeping, awaiting the great day of the Lord when He shall say that time shall be no longer. Brother Burbon will arise and come forth with a changed body and go to his eternal home where there will be no parting. So dear children, if you want to see your father again, you must repent of your sins. Dear companions, how I love you, How I hate to leave you here In this world of sin and sorrow, Where I fear you'll have no care. Written by Rev. E. H. Howard

Tackett, Anzie ~ It is with a feeling of great heavenly zeal, love and affection yet with a feeling of unworthiness, that I now make this attempt to comply with the request of Bro. Tackett to write an obituary of his dear loving wife, Sister Anzie Tackett. She was the daughter of Brother Cornelius Osborne and Sister Mary Osborne, and the wife of Brother Newton Tackett. Sister Anzie was born May 9, 1868 and died February 17, 1940, at the age of 71 years, 9 months and 8 days. Sister Anzie and Brother Newton Tackett were married January 22, 1884, and unto this union were born sixteen children, 12 of whom are yet living, four boys and eight girls. Five of the girls have professed a hope in Christ and have attached themselves to the Old Regular Baptist Church, the same good old church to which mother belonged for almost forty years. She joined the Enterprise Church of Old Regular Baptist and was baptized by Elder John Hopkins, June 17, 1900. All of us who were acquainted with her, can conscientiously say, that in our humble judgment, that never in our lifetime, have we beheld a more obedient, loving and faithful member than Sister Anzie. Oh, how mournful we feel over the departure of such a good humble sister, who was a pattern to the sisters of the Old Regular Baptist Faith, and how painful it is to me, and should be to all, to think that a great many of our young members and too many of our old members, are letting- the world lay a pattern for them to walk by, instead of them being a pattern for the world. The children of God are commanded to be a pattern to the world, and that not a pattern of Satanic Fashions, but an Ornament of Meek and Quiet Spirit. But while the entire family, which consists of a dear husband, twelve children, seventy-five grandchildren; fifty-six great grandchildren and two brothers and two sisters and a host of other relatives and dear friends and hundreds and hundreds of dear brethren and sisters of the Old Regular Baptist faith, are mourning over the departure of such a dear one, how thankful we are in our hearts to have the sweet consolation that the soul of this precious one is rejoicing in the Kingdom of God with many of her dear ones who preceded her, and the soul will continue to feast on eternal love, right on and on, until the resurrection, and then God will call the body out of the grave and it will be changed in a moment of time, from a corruptible to an incorruptible, from a mortal to an immortal and from a body that once pained to a body fashioned like unto the body of the Lord Jesus Christ. And then both soul and body will be complete and dwell in the New Jerusalem forever. According to the record, Sister Anzie and Brother Newt lived together as man and wife and real dear companions, for a period of about fifty-six years. And all of us who were acquainted with them, only have to let our minds reflect back to how they got along together, to understand how closely they were attached to each other and they were a pattern for all of us as to how man and wife should treat each other. She was his constant companion on the journey to their good old Baptist meetings and at home in all their trials, tribulations and hardships in life, and she plainly showed by her conduct toward Brother Newt, that she was one hundred per cent satisfied with him as her husband and was obedient and loving to him all the days of her life. Therefore, realizing she is missed by al the family, our minds are that she is missed more by Brother Tackett than all the rest. But as his health is very bad, the separation will not be for very long, and no doubt on that sad day in February, which will always be the saddest month of the year, and will also be to me and my dear wife, because it was on the sixteenth day of February that we witnessed the death of our dear boy; I say, no doubt he could say, "dear wife, the separation will not be long, our bodies will soon be lying together in the old family graveyard and our souls united together in the Kingdom of God. So, in concluding this obituary, I can truthfully say that I am glad of my acquaintance with Sister Anzie, and wish to say to that portion of the children who have a hope of eternal life, press on toward the mark that your dear good mother attained and lived I've Old Fashion as she did and don't be persuaded to leave the Old Landmark which she set out before you. And to that portion of her children, who have no hope, will you not remember mother's advice, and no doubt, even if she did not ask you, it was her desire in her last moments on this earth with her sweet family that she so dearly loved that you would promise to meet her in Heaven. So let me beg you to forsake all sin and beg God to have mercy on you and forgive you for ail that you have done that is contrary to His will and to bless you to live with mother where pain, sickness and death can no more assail us. All of you be good, which I am very sure you will, to Brother Newt, for he will go alone and sigh and mourn his dear and absent love, and you can all be of great comfort to him, by heeding his advice and showing him, while he remains among you, that you are interested in the salvation of your souls. I will when on bended knees try and remember you all, and I do hope we will all be blessed to meet Sister Anzie in that sweet heavenly home on high, where we can shout and praise the good Lord again, as we can all remember how she loved to shout praises to His holy name while here on earth. So may God bless you all, is the sincere desire and I trust the prayer, of your brother- in-hope, E. V. Hopkins
P. S. It is the request of Brother Newt, that we have a memorial of Sister Anzie, the second Saturday and Sunday in August, 1941. If the Lord will, I shall expect to be there, at which time and place, I hope to meet with you all.

Thornsberry, Jane ~ It is with unworthy feelings that I attempt to write an obituary of a dear and beloved sister in Christ, to-wit: Sister Jane Thornsberry. She was born February 25, 1847 and died April 10, 1939 at the age of 93 years. Sister Thornsberry was the daughter of Brother Miles Webb and Sister Polly Webb. She was married to Brother John Thornsberry November 12, 1863 and unto this union were born eight children, five girls and three boys. One of the girls preceded her in death. Sister Thornsberry was a member of the Old Caney Fork Church of Regular Baptists of Jesus Christ, and lived and died a member of the same old church. All the children are still living except one. Her husband died leaving her and the seven children in a troubled world to make their way they best they could. But the good Lord blessed this good old mother to live to work and raise her children. Of course, she had a hard time, working all day in the field and coming in at night and working part of the night to feed and clothe her children, but her hardships are all over now. John said, "I heard a voice from Heaven saying, 'Unto me write Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth, yet, sayeth the Spirit, they shall rest from their labor and their works do follow them.'" To her children: Your god old mother gave you good counsel as any good mother could., but mother is gone to come back 110 more until that great day when Jesus shall come with all of His holy angels. He will raise that body that lay so feeble and helpless in your homes and change it from a natural to a spiritual body and fashion it like unto his own glorious body. And Job said, "When I wake in His likeness, then I will be satisfied." How sweet is the thought of that great day when Jesus shall come to gather his children home, where no trouble can ever come. Children, you can say to your good mother as Jesus said to His disciples, sleep on now mother, and take your rest until that sweet day comes when Jesus will wake you up. I want to say to all the children of this good mother, What are you all going to do? Are you making preparations to go to the city where we believe the soul of your mother is, to live with her and father forever? So dear children cheer up with the good hope that the soul of your good mother is at rest in that home that God prepared for his children to rest and wait until that blessed day when Jesus will come. I hope the good Lord will bless us all to rest in Heaven to part no more. Written by, L. D. Mosley

Thornsbury, Mary ~ It is with much sadness I try to write a short sketch of the life of my blessed old mother, Mary Thornsbury. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Pies Slone. She was born in the year of 1863 and died July 15, 1931. She was the mother of twelve children, two of whom preceded her in death, leaving ten to mourn her loss. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church so many years ago I cannot remember and was a faithful member until death. Mother was ill for a long time with heart dropsy, but she bore her sickness with patience. Mother was loved by everyone, she was so kind and free-hearted. The night before she died she was sitting on the porch with her daughter, Nannie Combs and her son-in-law, Claude Combs, and my father, Winston Thornsbury, singing "Little Bessie," and other good old songs. She died about 12 o'clock that night. They found her dead in bed. She woke struggling. She never uttered a word. I believe with all my heart according to the life mother led while she was on earth that my blessed old mother is at rest, and by the help of the Almighty King, I will do my best to gain Mt. Zion's top and rise above the clouds and join my dear old mother and rejoice forever. Written by her sad-hearted girl, Vilora Thornsbury Cart

Warrens, Caroline ~ It is with a feeling of .sadness that I try to write a short sketch of the Christian life of a dear and much beloved sister in Christ, to-wit: Sister Caroline Warrens, the wife of Bro. Hauly Warrens, and the daughter of Harrison and Amanda Moore. She was born about 1892 and died May 28, 1940 at the age of 47 years. She was married to Hauly Warrens and unto them were born nine children, six boys and three girls. One died in infancy leaving eight children, a broken hearted husband, three brother and four sisters to mourn her loss. Oh, how sad I feel to say in this letter that Sister Caroline is dead and gone, but we believe that her soul is at rest today with the happy spirits of God, free from all sickness, pain and trouble. She professed a hope in Christ about twenty-five years ago and joined the Steel Creek Church of Old Regular Baptists, where she lived and remained in fellowship with her brothers and sisters, filling her seat as long as she was able to go, but in the last few years of her life she became so feeble in health that she wasn't able to attend church. She would call on the preachers to come to her home and sing and preach and pray for her. She loved to hear the sweet sound of the Gospel of Christ. I have seen her rise to her feet, clapping her hands and praising God, when she looked like she was not able to stand on her feet. I visited her home several times during her illness. She seemed to bear her sickness with patience and prayed for the Lord to take her to her sweet home.  She loved her husband and her children and they loved her and did all they could for her but she had to die. I talked with her a short time before she died to find out where she wanted to be buried. She said she wanted to be buried where Brother Hauly wanted to be buried, altho her mother and one of her children were buried at other graveyards; but still she choose to be put with her husband. She said to me, "Come closer, I want to talk to you while I can talk. I want you and Tom and Linzy for I have known you all of my life, and you boys have proved faithful." So she wanted us in her funeral. I saw that the time was short with her here in this world. I saw her pitiful pale face was laden with the signal of death and a few more weary days and nights would be all she would have to suffer. When she saw her time was up, and having that great motherly love for her children and the welfare of their souls, she began to call for them and her husband to speak her last words to them. She said she wanted them all to meet her in Heaven and asked Brother Hauly, her husband, to counsel her children and tell them to live humbly and meet her in Heaven so they could be together and never part again. I believe she had great faith in Brother Hauly, her husband, and now Sister Caroline is gone to be here no more, but where is her soul today? I believe when she raised her little hands and slapped them together she saw that all danger war past. I believe her soul is in Heaven today. She requested to be moved to the Steels Creek Church and have her funeral preached in the church house, which request was filled. All of the ministers who were requested in the funeral were there and took part in the funeral. How sad it was to behold and look upon the heartbroken husband and children as they moved from the old home with the body of their dear mother, carrying it to the graveyard to be buried in the earth; and to hear the pitiful groans and cries of her heartbroken children and her dear husband. Great crowds of people, friends and relatives, followed up to the top of the little mound to the cemetery where they found a new made grave ready to receive the body of their dear one, where many tears were shed. They laid her body down in the grave to await the coming of our Saviour. Then the grave will hold it no longer. So I say to Brother Hauly, cheer up, prove faithful a few days longer, fight the good fight of faith. I believe you will see your dear wife again. May the Lord help you to bear all of your troubles and help you to pray for your children as she requested. And I will say to her children, don't forget your loving mother. Remember her last words, children, "meet me in Heaven." Now when we go up to that graveyard we can behold a beautiful