Many, very many times, has the bell in the tower of the old stone church here in Jay pealed forth the solemn death knell, which has reverberated through the valley, and from hill to mountain, announcing the demise of its members. Again to-day, the 2d of February, 1887, its slow and measured tones tell us that a mother in Zion has been called, that another earthly tabernacle has been taken down, and the inhabitant gone to inhabit that house prepared in the spirit land for the redeemed. Mrs. Beulah Blish Jones, the last surviving member of the Blish family, and the wife of P. E. Jones, has gone home.
She was born March 30, 1819.
In 1888 she became the subject of converting grace, and united with the Baptist church, which was then in its infancy, and for 54 years has been a most worthy, devoted and esteemed member.
In 1841 she was led to the marriage altar by Pierpoint E. Jones, and for 46 years they have walked together the uneven path of this life, sharing its joys and sorrows. Nine children have been given them, and survive their dearly loved mother. Elijah, who is now at Mt. Washington, Ohio, and has been in the ministry for the past ten years; Nathan is in the jewelry business in Plattsburgh; Daniel, Maggie (Mrs. Thompson), and Gillman, are in Minneapolis; Beulah (Mrs. Tomlinson), in Willsborough; Mary (Mrs. Seth Bull), in Jay; Lydia (Mrs. Campbell), is home from India for her health, and Mattie has for several years been with and cared very tenderly for mother, as her feet have neared the turbid river. Mrs. Jones passed away in the same house in which she was married.
Words and space would not admit of detailing much of the good and noble life now suspended, but it will live in memory to perpetuate good. One of the severest trials of this mother's life was when she was called to give her daughter Lydia as a missionary to India. Here was where the maternal love for her offspring and the love for the souls of dying humanity, met and straggled until the physical nature was nearly exhausted, but alone through the help of the dear Jesus on whose bosom she was reclining, she triumphed, and sent her loved one out to teach the gospel. This was one of the trials that brought her nearer to God.
This last foe, death, she met with the Christian's faith, very rarely so fully exemplified. Surrounded by everything that love and money could provide for human comfort, yet she had no desire to stay, but longed to depart and be with Jesus. She expressed wishes to see all her old friends and neighbors, and as she could not, said: "Tell them all that it is well with me, God is my shepherd." She gave directions about the disposal of things, even to minute articles for tbe grandchildren. None were forgotten. She gave particulars concerning the funeral service. The sermon was delivered by Elder Fleming, founded on words repeated by her, "God is my shepherd." Rev. O. E. Green assisted in the services, which were held in the house. She is at rest.
Husband and children are left to endure a loss that words cannot express. They have the deep sympathy of the community and the prayers of Christians.
[The Plattsburgh Sentinel, February 1887]
She was born March 30, 1819.
In 1888 she became the subject of converting grace, and united with the Baptist church, which was then in its infancy, and for 54 years has been a most worthy, devoted and esteemed member.
In 1841 she was led to the marriage altar by Pierpoint E. Jones, and for 46 years they have walked together the uneven path of this life, sharing its joys and sorrows. Nine children have been given them, and survive their dearly loved mother. Elijah, who is now at Mt. Washington, Ohio, and has been in the ministry for the past ten years; Nathan is in the jewelry business in Plattsburgh; Daniel, Maggie (Mrs. Thompson), and Gillman, are in Minneapolis; Beulah (Mrs. Tomlinson), in Willsborough; Mary (Mrs. Seth Bull), in Jay; Lydia (Mrs. Campbell), is home from India for her health, and Mattie has for several years been with and cared very tenderly for mother, as her feet have neared the turbid river. Mrs. Jones passed away in the same house in which she was married.
Words and space would not admit of detailing much of the good and noble life now suspended, but it will live in memory to perpetuate good. One of the severest trials of this mother's life was when she was called to give her daughter Lydia as a missionary to India. Here was where the maternal love for her offspring and the love for the souls of dying humanity, met and straggled until the physical nature was nearly exhausted, but alone through the help of the dear Jesus on whose bosom she was reclining, she triumphed, and sent her loved one out to teach the gospel. This was one of the trials that brought her nearer to God.
This last foe, death, she met with the Christian's faith, very rarely so fully exemplified. Surrounded by everything that love and money could provide for human comfort, yet she had no desire to stay, but longed to depart and be with Jesus. She expressed wishes to see all her old friends and neighbors, and as she could not, said: "Tell them all that it is well with me, God is my shepherd." She gave directions about the disposal of things, even to minute articles for tbe grandchildren. None were forgotten. She gave particulars concerning the funeral service. The sermon was delivered by Elder Fleming, founded on words repeated by her, "God is my shepherd." Rev. O. E. Green assisted in the services, which were held in the house. She is at rest.
Husband and children are left to endure a loss that words cannot express. They have the deep sympathy of the community and the prayers of Christians.
[The Plattsburgh Sentinel, February 1887]
Many, very many times, has the bell in the tower of the old stone church here in Jay pealed forth the solemn death knell, which has reverberated through the valley, and from hill to mountain, announcing the demise of its members. Again to-day, the 2d of February, 1887, its slow and measured tones tell us that a mother in Zion has been called, that another earthly tabernacle has been taken down, and the inhabitant gone to inhabit that house prepared in the spirit land for the redeemed. Mrs. Beulah Blish Jones, the last surviving member of the Blish family, and the wife of P. E. Jones, has gone home.
She was born March 30, 1819.
In 1888 she became the subject of converting grace, and united with the Baptist church, which was then in its infancy, and for 54 years has been a most worthy, devoted and esteemed member.
In 1841 she was led to the marriage altar by Pierpoint E. Jones, and for 46 years they have walked together the uneven path of this life, sharing its joys and sorrows. Nine children have been given them, and survive their dearly loved mother. Elijah, who is now at Mt. Washington, Ohio, and has been in the ministry for the past ten years; Nathan is in the jewelry business in Plattsburgh; Daniel, Maggie (Mrs. Thompson), and Gillman, are in Minneapolis; Beulah (Mrs. Tomlinson), in Willsborough; Mary (Mrs. Seth Bull), in Jay; Lydia (Mrs. Campbell), is home from India for her health, and Mattie has for several years been with and cared very tenderly for mother, as her feet have neared the turbid river. Mrs. Jones passed away in the same house in which she was married.
Words and space would not admit of detailing much of the good and noble life now suspended, but it will live in memory to perpetuate good. One of the severest trials of this mother's life was when she was called to give her daughter Lydia as a missionary to India. Here was where the maternal love for her offspring and the love for the souls of dying humanity, met and straggled until the physical nature was nearly exhausted, but alone through the help of the dear Jesus on whose bosom she was reclining, she triumphed, and sent her loved one out to teach the gospel. This was one of the trials that brought her nearer to God.
This last foe, death, she met with the Christian's faith, very rarely so fully exemplified. Surrounded by everything that love and money could provide for human comfort, yet she had no desire to stay, but longed to depart and be with Jesus. She expressed wishes to see all her old friends and neighbors, and as she could not, said: "Tell them all that it is well with me, God is my shepherd." She gave directions about the disposal of things, even to minute articles for tbe grandchildren. None were forgotten. She gave particulars concerning the funeral service. The sermon was delivered by Elder Fleming, founded on words repeated by her, "God is my shepherd." Rev. O. E. Green assisted in the services, which were held in the house. She is at rest.
Husband and children are left to endure a loss that words cannot express. They have the deep sympathy of the community and the prayers of Christians.
[The Plattsburgh Sentinel, February 1887]
She was born March 30, 1819.
In 1888 she became the subject of converting grace, and united with the Baptist church, which was then in its infancy, and for 54 years has been a most worthy, devoted and esteemed member.
In 1841 she was led to the marriage altar by Pierpoint E. Jones, and for 46 years they have walked together the uneven path of this life, sharing its joys and sorrows. Nine children have been given them, and survive their dearly loved mother. Elijah, who is now at Mt. Washington, Ohio, and has been in the ministry for the past ten years; Nathan is in the jewelry business in Plattsburgh; Daniel, Maggie (Mrs. Thompson), and Gillman, are in Minneapolis; Beulah (Mrs. Tomlinson), in Willsborough; Mary (Mrs. Seth Bull), in Jay; Lydia (Mrs. Campbell), is home from India for her health, and Mattie has for several years been with and cared very tenderly for mother, as her feet have neared the turbid river. Mrs. Jones passed away in the same house in which she was married.
Words and space would not admit of detailing much of the good and noble life now suspended, but it will live in memory to perpetuate good. One of the severest trials of this mother's life was when she was called to give her daughter Lydia as a missionary to India. Here was where the maternal love for her offspring and the love for the souls of dying humanity, met and straggled until the physical nature was nearly exhausted, but alone through the help of the dear Jesus on whose bosom she was reclining, she triumphed, and sent her loved one out to teach the gospel. This was one of the trials that brought her nearer to God.
This last foe, death, she met with the Christian's faith, very rarely so fully exemplified. Surrounded by everything that love and money could provide for human comfort, yet she had no desire to stay, but longed to depart and be with Jesus. She expressed wishes to see all her old friends and neighbors, and as she could not, said: "Tell them all that it is well with me, God is my shepherd." She gave directions about the disposal of things, even to minute articles for tbe grandchildren. None were forgotten. She gave particulars concerning the funeral service. The sermon was delivered by Elder Fleming, founded on words repeated by her, "God is my shepherd." Rev. O. E. Green assisted in the services, which were held in the house. She is at rest.
Husband and children are left to endure a loss that words cannot express. They have the deep sympathy of the community and the prayers of Christians.
[The Plattsburgh Sentinel, February 1887]
Inscription
BEULAH BLISH
Beloved Wife of
PIERPONT E. JONES.
Mar. 30, 1819,
Feb. 2, 1887.
The Lord is my Shepherd.
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