Chapter 25
librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org read by claire from life to life or how our preachers die by william marion weekly Rev. G. P. Macklin, D.D. Rev. J. W. Fulkerson Rev. M. D. M. Altice
Rev. G. P. Macklin, D.D. This man of God was called home December 8, 1917, at the age of 67 years. His death was gloriously triumphant. To a number of friends who called on him at the same time, he said, The gospel I have preached, the greater part of my life sustains me now.
He closed his talk by reciting several stanzas of Whittier's eternal goodness. As he repeated the lines, I know I shall not drift beyond his love and care, a halo of light seemed to encircle his face. At another time, and when alone with his faithful wife, he recited the same lines, wept like a child, and held out his hand as if trying to clap that of an unseen friend.
To a brother minister, he said, I have dying grace. Whatever the Lord wills for me is all right. Though a member of Florida Conference, he was interred in Woodland Cemetery at Dayton, Ohio. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness. Rev. J. W. Fulkerson
Thine eyes shall see the king and his beauty. They shall behold the land that is very far off. This hero of the West, after enduring hardness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ, could say when the end came, I am jealous for God's truth.
the more of the Bible we have woven into our lives, the richer our experience and the brighter our hope of heaven. If I had my life to live over, I should spend it in the Church of the United Brethren in Christ. The name is richer and sweeter to me now than ever before. He was born in Frederick County, Virginia, January 16, 1822, and departed this life at the age of 87. He was a member of Minnesota Conference. The evening and the morning were the first day. Rev. M. D. M.
Altice. Just before Mr. Altice had one of his lower limbs amputated, and from which operation he soon died, he remarked, If I survive, I shall win. If I do not, I shall win anyhow. To his presiding elder he said, Tell the friends I am all right. His last audible words were, Mother, mother, as if calling for her. Possibly she came. He was long and honored an active member of Erie Conference. The death summons came April 15, 1905. Dust, to its narrow house
beneath, soul to its peace on high. They who have seen thy look in death, no more may fear to die, than shall I know. End of section 25
