Oglesby Family Research - Person Sheet
Oglesby Family Research - Person Sheet
NameElizabeth Wade Oglesby 
Birth04 Feb 1794, Surry County, North Carolina
Census01 Jun 1850, Gaston County, North Carolina Age: 56
Death25 Feb 1855, North Carolina Age: 61
BurialGoshen Cemetery, Belmont, Gaston County, North Carolina485
FAG Memorial-https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/158579689
FatherMicajah Oglesby (1754-~1828)
MotherFrances Black (~1759-)
Obituary notes for Elizabeth Wade Oglesby
Southern Christian advocate (Augusta, GA), 23 Mar 1855, Fri
“Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord.”
Died, at the residence of her eldest son, Feb. 25th, 1855, Mrs. ELIZABETH WADE SHIPP, aged 61 years and 21 days. She was born in the county of Surry, N. C.,—in 1830, made e profession of religion, and in Nov. of that year became a member of the M. E. Church. The extreme suffering incident to a most painful disease—Chronic Gastritis—was borne with Christian patience and resignation. From the beginning of her protracted illness, she had presentiment that she could not recover and spoke of death with the utmost composure, and of heaven with the fullest assurance of hope. From her daily conversations on these topics I record for the encouragement of faith, the following brief extracts as illustrative of her state of mind.
Speaking on one occasion of her departure and recalling the many promises of support graciously vouchsafed to the dying believer I said to her. “Mother, you recollect also that David says in the 23d psalm, ‘yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil’”—she interposed—“and why should I fear—why should any believer fear,”—I continued “for thou art with me,” “yes, truly thou art,” said she—“thy rod and thy staff they comfort me,”—” indeed they do,” was her emphatic response.
Two days before her departure she was supposed to be dying as her pulse could with difficulty, if at all, be perceived. Observing the symptoms of alarm in the family, she said to me, “’how is my pulse now?” I replied, “very feeble indeed, mother,” and immediately afterwards added, “do you still feel that the precious Saviour is with you.”
“Yes, indeed I do,” said she.
“Bless the Lord O my soul and all that is within me bless his holy name—sweet Saviour—precious Redeemer—I feel so happy—so comfortable,” and then she began to exhort those present and to urge especially an old family servant, that just then made his appearance, to seek the religion of Christ, saying that with that preparation “it was an easy thing to die”.
On the morning of the day of her death her joy was overflowing, she exulted in Christ her Saviour, and her language of triumph which it is now truly comforting to recall made us feel then that the place
Was privileged beyond the common walks
Of virtuous life—quite in the verge of Heaven.
To the very last she displayed the signals of victory, and in transport took her departure from earth for an abode which she sweetly described in the last fords that fell from her dying lips an “the home of the blessed.”
A. M. SHIPP.
“Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord.”
Died, at the residence of her eldest son, Feb. 25th, 1855, Mrs. ELIZABETH WADE SHIPP, aged 61 years and 21 days. She was born in the county of Surry, N. C.,—in 1830, made e profession of religion, and in Nov. of that year became a member of the M. E. Church. The extreme suffering incident to a most painful disease—Chronic Gastritis—was borne with Christian patience and resignation. From the beginning of her protracted illness, she had presentiment that she could not recover and spoke of death with the utmost composure, and of heaven with the fullest assurance of hope. From her daily conversations on these topics I record for the encouragement of faith, the following brief extracts as illustrative of her state of mind.
Speaking on one occasion of her departure and recalling the many promises of support graciously vouchsafed to the dying believer I said to her. “Mother, you recollect also that David says in the 23d psalm, ‘yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil’”—she interposed—“and why should I fear—why should any believer fear,”—I continued “for thou art with me,” “yes, truly thou art,” said she—“thy rod and thy staff they comfort me,”—” indeed they do,” was her emphatic response.
Two days before her departure she was supposed to be dying as her pulse could with difficulty, if at all, be perceived. Observing the symptoms of alarm in the family, she said to me, “’how is my pulse now?” I replied, “very feeble indeed, mother,” and immediately afterwards added, “do you still feel that the precious Saviour is with you.”
“Yes, indeed I do,” said she.
“Bless the Lord O my soul and all that is within me bless his holy name—sweet Saviour—precious Redeemer—I feel so happy—so comfortable,” and then she began to exhort those present and to urge especially an old family servant, that just then made his appearance, to seek the religion of Christ, saying that with that preparation “it was an easy thing to die”.
On the morning of the day of her death her joy was overflowing, she exulted in Christ her Saviour, and her language of triumph which it is now truly comforting to recall made us feel then that the place
Was privileged beyond the common walks
Of virtuous life—quite in the verge of Heaven.
To the very last she displayed the signals of victory, and in transport took her departure from earth for an abode which she sweetly described in the last fords that fell from her dying lips an “the home of the blessed.”
A. M. SHIPP.