CLACK, Margaret Kerr (1877)

Mrs. Margaret (Kerr) Clack, wife of Micajah Clack, was born in Sevier County, Tennessee, June 5th, 1796, and died at her husband’s residence in Rhea County, Tennessee, September 10th, 1877, aged 84 years, 3 months and 5 days.

The deceased won the respect and confidence of all who knew her, by her strict integrity on character, and her quiet peaceable life. She was a considerate and dutiful wife, a tenderly affectionate mother, a faithful friend and a kind neighbor. She made a public profession of her faith in Christ, by uniting with the Baptist church in the year 1833, of which she lived a most acceptable member until her death, beautifully exemplifying the character of a true christian. She exhibited her profession by a scrupuous observance and constant practice of christian duties., In her fireside conversation, she often spoke of the peerless excellence of the ‘man Christ Jesus’ and often while discanting upon the beauties of holiness, now lowering cloud meanwhile intercepted her soul’s sunshine; and she rejoiced in hope of a blessed immortality beyond the grave. She ever acknowledged God as the primal source of every enjoyment. As a christian matron, she sought to lead her family into the golden paths of wisdom and holiness. Her deportment in every ……….in life was a continued display of blended virtues; a scene of practical religion, worthy the emulation of every christian.

Mother’s health had been declining for several years previous to her death, though confined to her room and almost entirely helpless, yet she was cheerful, and always greeted her friends with a pleasant smile and a hearty welcome. (She was gored by a cow and was bedridden almost 10 years-EC)

Her last illness was severe and protracted, but she bore her afflictions with christian fortitude. Often as she drew near the gates of death, she expressed herself as resigned to God’s will and ready to depart – All her thoughts, up to the hour of her death, seemed to be celestial, constantly marching onward to the realms of bliss ineffable. A short time before she expired, she called upon her children around her bed to sing that good old hymn, “O, sing to me of heaven; When I am called to die”. Then her spirit passed away, in peace and tranquility, into the paradise of God, there to bask forever in the smiles of the blessed Redeemer. I feel rejoiced to know that when life was ebbing out as an evanesceat taper, she left the consoling evidence that all was well. Then in conclusion I would say, rest on, dear mother, with the pale sleepers of the silent city. By faith we behold thee robed and crowned for the society of heaven.

Dear Father, brothers and sisters, we are left to battle a while longer, while she has been called home by the Prince of Peace – Let us cherish her memory, as an influence irresistibly winning us to a land of perpetual light, and may we, as the fragments of a once happy family, meet her in heaven’s bright world.
Wm. R. Clack