MRS. ELLEN SLOAN POAGE.

 

Mrs. Ellen Sloan Poage, daughter of David and Katherine Sloan, was horn June 29, 1821, and died July 8, l909, aged 88 years. In October 1906, she suffered a severe stroke of paralysis, from which she never fully recovered. Although she was rendered helpless the remainder of the time she lived, she never lost that cheerfulness which characterized her entire life. She was a faithful and consistent member of the Primitive Baptist church at Bell View, Roanoke Co., VA, having joined and was baptized in, June 1877, by Elder J. C. Hall, her pastor. She was familiar with the scriptures and lived and died strong in the faith. It was a great pleasure for her to entertain the, Brethren and sisters of her church,

and her hospitable door was always open. She was a woman of strong mind and intelligence, a devoted wife, mother and friend. During her illness I frequently visited her and always found her bright, cheerful and patient, bearing her sufferings with Christian fortitude. She often spoke of dying and expressed no regret in leaving this sinful world. And it did seem that her race or life was run. All that a loving daughter and devoted grandchildren could do was done to make her last days on earth peaceful, but she suffered great pain a greater part of the time. When the time appointed by her Lord and savior came for her to lay aside the burden of life she closed her tired eyes, and crossed over tile river to that home of eternal happiness, where sad partings come no more, and the weary and rest. For the Bible tells us that “There will be no night there." She was a regular attendant at church as long as she was able. She never lost Interest; and, after she was unable to be present, when the day appointed came for preaching: at her church, she always expressed it desire to be with them. A few days before her death she fell into a semi-conscious state from which she never rallied. She leaves to mourn her loss four children, David Poage, Miss Margaret Poage, Mrs. William Grisso and Mrs. Lutie Wirtz, a huge number of grandchildren and a host or relatives and friends. Her funeral was preached by her pastor, Elder K L. Blankenship, in the presence of a large concourse of sorrowing friends and relatives. After which her remains were laid to rest beside those or her husband and daughter, Nannie, who preceded her to the grave several years ago. By request, her favorite hymn, "On Jordon’s stormy banks I stand," was sung at the grave.

 

"Farewell mother, we shall miss you,

Thy kind voice we’ll hear no more;

But we trust again to greet thee,

Where sad parting are no more.”

 

Written by one who loved her,

 

Lucy Dyer Poage,

Poage’s Mill, Va.