Of Mrs. Eliza Roe,
THE BELOVED WIFE OF JOHN ROE, ESQ.,
“And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.”
MRS. ELIZA ROE was born in Coon, County Kilkenny, Ireland, on the 3rd day of December 1808. She departed this life on the 21st December, 1868, being 60 years of age. Her mother, Jane Poole, died Oct. 12th, 1811, before Eliza was three year’s old. Being the youngest daughter of a family of twelve children, and her father, Thomas Poole, a widower 38 years, she was early the subject of household duties and responsibilities, and few there were better fitted, by nature and by Providence, to guide the house and manage domestic affairs.
Her father’s house was not only the home of the Methodist Missionaries in Ireland, for more than half a century, but his largest room was occupied as a preaching place for many years, and a large class met there from week to week. He being a class-leader for seventy years. The ministration of the word and ordinances so early, and so constantly enjoyed, were made a blessing to her, and in early life she was made a partaker of the grace of God, which bringeth salvation. Her evidence of justifying grace was clear and abiding. The fruit of that change was visible through all her after life.
When her brothers and sisters were removing to Canada she was constrained by filial affection to remain in her native land to care for her aged father. With all a fond daughter’s kindness and love she smoothed a parent’s pathway homeward, anticipating his every want, and as far as possible supplying his every necessity, until on the 3rd of January, 1849, he told her “the ministering angels had come to carry him home; adieu, farewell, we meet again. I am going home to die no more.” Thus, like a “shock of corn fully ripe,” the venerable warrior, full 98 years old, “passed clean over Jordan.”
The attractions that were in the new world now prompted herself and her affectionate husband and interesting family to seek their home and fortunes in Canada, where, after a few month’s visiting their friends, they settled in Howick, one of the newest parts of the new country. In her new home she immediately gave herself anew to God and to his Church. She gave a right cordial invitation to the Wesleyan Missionaries, and her house in the wilderness, became like her father’s house in the old world, a “Bethel,” the house of God.
The Rev. J.W. Savage gives testimony “That she bore a cheerful part in the erection of a new Wesleyan Church in her neighborhood; and that when that house was dedicated to the service and worship of God, her gratitude to God abounded. That she always gave the messengers of the Lord a hearty welcome, and a comfortable home. That her zeal and attachment to the cause of God was visible to all who knew her; the warmest wish of her heart being, to ornament that gospel which had made her free from the bondage and dominion of sin. That her love for the ordinances of God’s house was not chilled by the icy storm of an inclement winter, or damped by the drifting gale. “Whoever was absent, Sister Roe,” he says, “was always in her place to cheer us by her joyous expression, and gladden us by her song.” –
She was long blessed with good health, and was a true specimen of the joyous, happy children, carrying the whole doxology in her face, full of sunshine and of joy. After many year’s absence, I visited her at her own residence, on my saying, “Well, Aunt, are you still in the land of the living?” She said promptly, “I’m going there.” I found to my delight that she was a daily student of the Bible, a constant reader of the “Christian Guardian,” and of the “Guide to Holiness,” being, thus, well-informed in Bible truth, and well read in the history and progress of the Church of God. She had “meat to eat that the world knew not of.” She drank “of the sincere milk of the word.”
For some time before her death she was afflicted with a tumour in her side, which, as it became developed, gave her great pain, and admonished her, and her family that her race here was almost run. Her Pastors, Mr. Savage and Mr. Turner, say:– “That though her path became rough and thorny through severe bodily affliction, such was her faith in the wisdom and goodness of God, that a murmur never escaped from her lips; that she realized that there was ‘one like unto the son of man with her in the fire.’ In her case:
“The fire forgot its power to burn, The Lambent flame around her played.”
Mr. Savage says, “that when he visited her she was praising the Lord, and that she gave the most satisfactory evidence of her readiness ‘to depart and to be with Christ,’ that she used to say, with emphasis, ‘the will of the Lord be done.’ This was her song and her prayer by night and by day, in ease or in pain ‘His will be done.’ In the midst of her sufferings she often said ‘For which cause I faint not; but though my outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.’ The approach of death was pleasant to her as that of a dear friend affording her the heart cheering prospect of a speedy reunion with loved friends who had passed on before. When called to pass over Jordan, Christ was with her in the swelling thereof, the flood retired, Jordan was divided, and there, away down in the valley, she raised her voice of praise in dying testimony to the power of saving grace. Her Joshua went before her and administered to her an abundant entrance into the promised land.”
She left her husband and eight sons, now grown up to manhood, and a loving class, and an appreciative community to mourn her loss. Her eldest son, Thomas, is a Local Preacher and a Recording Steward, giving good evidence of the benefit of early religious instruction, and the other sons and their wives are endeavoring to follow her as she followed Christ. May they all be found faithful and meet her above; and in all their trial, like her, may they experience the truth of the poet’s words:–
“Who suffer with our Master here, Shall soon before his face appear, And by his side sit down. To patient faith the prize is sure, And all who to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown.” W.H. POOLE.
Wife of John N. Roe
Died 21 Dec 1868
Aged 58 yrs.
A native of Ireland
She’s gone to world’s above
Where saints and angels meet
her Saviour’s love
And washed off his feet.