IN MEMORIUM

Mrs. Mary A. Miller, the subject of this sketch, was born in Germany, Jan. 6th, 1829, died of paralysis, at the home of her son, J.C. Miller, who resides on Island Run in Roane county, March 24th, 1913 aged 84 yrs., 2 months and 18 days.

The home in which she was reared was one of those nurseries of young life, in which religion, duty and love made the daily life practical and devout; so that good sentiments, and good deeds distilled their best results in her young soul from its birth. She had a cheerful, sympathetic and affectionate nature, which naturally took to all that was good and beautiful about her and made them promotive of her inner life. The very scenery about her became dear to her and taught her of God and harmony and love.

Her associations were the good, partly by home influence and partly by her own attractiveness, which won the best of people to her.

She came to America, when she was 12 years old, finding a home in Pennsylvania. In 1850, she married John Miller, a German, an industrious, trustworthy man. They lived together 15 years in the State of Pennsylvania. In 1865, they moved to Washington county, Ohio. In 1867, they moved to Burning Springs, Wirt County. In 1875 they came to Island Run, Roane county. By industry and economy they managed to secure themselves a neat home with comfortable surroundings, and were ever ready to welcome their children, friends, and neighbors.

To them were born nine children, five boys and four girls. The youngest son, Willie, died 1893, Joseph 1907; and in 1901, the father died. These three preceded the mother to the "Spirit World."

Disease was preying on her nervous system, slow but sure, slowly death came at last. She bore her sickness as she had born life, patiently. She was willing to go but for her loved ones, were an anxious.

Her remains were followed by her loved ones and many friends to the Wilson cemetery where the burial service was conducted by the writer, after which her body was laid to its final resting place.

"Old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Laplazal night,
Has led thee to thy grave,
Loving friends! Be wise and dry."

(Submitted by Denver Miller)
Newspaper unknown, Date: about March 25, 1913