Elizabeth Stuart

 ELIZABETH STUART, daughter of Rev. W. S. Stuart, died at her father's residence in Ripley county, Ind., Sept. 5, 1850, in the 17th year of her age.

"Man's highest triumphs, man's profoundest fall,
The death-bed of the just! is yet undrawn
By mortal hand! it merits a divine.
We gaze, we weep! mixed tears of grief and joy!
Amazement strikes! devotion burst to flame!
Christians adore! and Infidels believe."

 Never perhaps was witnessed a more triumphant death, than that of Elizabeth S., it appeared truly as "sets the morning star, which goes not down behind the darkened west, nor hides obscure among the tempest of the sky, but melts away into the light of heaven."

She embraced religion some six months before her death, and being admonished by the rapid progress of her disease, (the consumption,) endeavored to keep her lamp trimmed and brightly burning. A few hours before her dissolution, she called her weeping friends around her bed, and calmly and deliberately distributed her effects,—papers, books, clothing &c. among them; then gave to each her dying charge. When asked by her father if death to her had any terror,—if the grave looked lonesome or gloomy, with a smile she calmly answered, "No!" It is pleasant to die when all is right. Much more might be written but the length of this notice admonishes me to desist.

Her funeral was preached last Sabbath to a very large congregation of relations and friends. Peace to her memory— peace to her sainted spirit, and heaven's blessing on the bereaved family. Amen.

T. J. CONNOR.

Andersonville, Ind., May 27, '51.

Jane Witt

A MOTHER IN ISRAEL FALLEN.

Jane Witt, wife of Rev. William Witt fell asleep in Jesus, May 21st, 1851, aged 62 years, 1 month, and 6 days, having been afflicted about 12 months, with a tumor formed just in front of the heart, caused by an adhesion of the apex of the left lung and the mediastinum, producing during many weeks the most excruciating pain and extreme suffering that it was possible for the human body to suffer; but her faith in Christ, caused her to triumph over all, and often in the midst of the most distressing torture, she would cry out give me Jesus, and you may have all the world. Among the last words which she spoke intelligently, were these, "all is well, all is well—I have had a hard struggle in death, but the Lord is good, he will give grace and glory." Doubtless she is now realizing that precious promise made by God to them that walk uprightly.

Owing to some peculiarities connected with the religious experience of mother Witt, we will beg the indulgence of our brethren (Editors) while we intrude upon the columns of the Telescope in telling its readers some of her religious experience, which we do that other mothers who read those lines may go and do likewise.

She was educated by parents who believed and taught her that mankind had no agency in the salvation of their own souls, that no one could repent or believe until they were compelled to it by the effectual call, and that God had before the foundation of the world foreordained that certain individuals must be damned, and others (the elect) must be saved, no matter how they might live or act.
She married a companion who had received the same kind of an education, so that all the influence around her from her relatives was of that kind; they lived together over 20 years in this state, she, however, doubted the doctrine for many years while her husband was firm in the faith. God had given them seven children, the oldest ones being grown, were raised up in sin and folly; the oldest son especially was very wild and rude.—The condition of her own soul and the condition of her childrens' souls pressed with awful weight upon her mind lor many months, but owing to her having dissented in faith from all her friends she dared not tell the sorrow of her heart to any of them. She had heard it said, (for she could not read,) that Jesus said come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden; ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, &c. She resolved in her heart if Jesus had said these things, she would take him at his word, and so by faith (alone) she approached and found his promises true. When God converted her soul, she often afterwards stated, she saw a fullness in the merits of Christ for all the world if they would but come to him in faith. She did not tell at that time what she had found. A few weeks after she asked her husband to go to hear a United Brother preach on Christmas night; his feelings were much wounded at the request. He had been taught and then believed that no decent woman would go to hear such men preach after night, on which question her husband and oldest son had quite a sharp contention that night. Twenty-four years ago last Christmas night, she made the following solemn vow before the Lord, that she would continue to pray for her family every night until the clock should strike twelve, and particularly for her oldest son, for she believed if God would convert him and give him to see as clear as she, had seen the fullness of the atonement in Christ Jesus, that he would tell it and defend the doctrine of free salvation, and be a stay to her in future life. She kept her vow inviolate, and for 5 months she has told us since, she heard the clock strike 12 every night, during which time her husband, oldest son, and daughter, were all brought under the influence of an evangelical repentance, and on the 3d day of June following, God heard and answered her prayers in the conversion of her oldest son, at which time he joined the U. B. Church, and she with him, which was the first time that any person knew her true condition. In a few weeks her husband and oldest daughter also came with her, and within a few months more every child she had old enough to know good and evil were converted to God.

The result, in part, of this mother's prayers, was, that her husband, three of her sons and one of her grand-sons are, and have been regular ministers in the church. One of them, however, (James Witt,) died triumphantly happy a few years ago, and had gone on before his mother. Her husband will soon follow happy on his journey, and so with most of her children, and some of her grandchildren. Thank God for praying mothers. The usual obsequies were solemnized on her funeral occasion, the text improved on was 1st Thes. 4; 14.

D. STOVER.

Dublin, Ind., May 24, 1851,

Mary Allen

Elizabeth Hamon

Father Berry

MARY ALLEN, consort of Wm. Allen, departed this life, May the 19th, '51, in the 27th year of her age.

ALSO;

ELIZABETH HARMON, consort of Peter Harmon departed this life in peace May 17th, 1851, in the 25th year of her aged.

ALSO;

FATHER — BERRY departed this life, May 5th, 1851, in hope of a blessed immortality, in the 67th year of his age.

COMMUNICATED.

Elizabeth Smith

Died at the residence of her son-in-law, in Hocking county, Elizabeth Smith, widow of Nathaniel Smith, May 6th, 1851, in the seventieth year of her age.

Mother Smith was a professor of religion above forty years,—joined the U. B. Church at Chestnut Hill, Wills Creek Circuit. Her house was long the weary preacher's home. She lived an humble Christian—died in peace, and is gone home to glory. She has left a large circle of friends to mourn their loss; but 'tis her gain.

WM. WATERS.

Adam Boots

ADAM BOOTS, died, May the 17th, 1851, in the 46th year of his age, leaving eight children and his third companion (with whom he had been recently joined in holy wedlock,) to mourn their loss.

Br. Boots was one of the first settlers in this township, and about thirteen years ago embraced religion and joined the United Brethren Church, and has, since that time lived a faithful servant of Christ. He lived as he died, and died as he lived, with a strong confidence in the Lord.— As a class-leader for a few years, he was faithful to his charge; as a parent, kind to his family. But he is gone to rest from his labors, and his works will follow him.

Rest Adam, in thy peaceful state,

   Where all the saints do rest;

Thy soul that's now within the gate

   Shall be forever blest.

 

Thy sufferings here, in this vile world

   Of sorrow, pain, and death,

Are all exchang'd for crowns of gold,

   In the bright world above.

JESSE BRIGHT.