DIED--On the 31st of March, 1849, at his residence in Taney county, Mo., Berry T. Parr, aged 51 years.

Bro. Parr professed faith in Christ in the 23d year of his age, and shortly after attached himself to the C.P. Church, in which he lived a consistent member until his death. Soon after his connection with the church of his choice, he was ordained ruling elder, and at an advanced period in life, became a licensed preacher of the gospel. Though not a conspicuous preacher in the eyes of the world, souls will doubtless rejoice in the kingdom of God through his instrumentality. Bro. Parr's Christian course was marked with precision and punctuality, in the discharge of religious duties. Not only did he dedicate his pledges of love to God in infancy, but by morning and evening prayers. Thus did he live to see the pleasure of the Lord prosper in his hands, in that, that he was permitted to raise a family consisting of eleven children, who with their widowed mother mourn his irreparable loss, ten of whom have looked into the perfect law of liberty and are on their way heavenward.

Bro. Parr died of disease of the liver. Being confined for some time, he suffered much; but was not heard to murmur. Being conscious of his approaching dissolution, he made laudable efforts to adjust his temporal affairs. As he approached the king of terrors, his confidence grew stronger, his feelings calm and serene, while thus shielded he was heard to say, "I do not dread death; but I do dread my pains." Consequently he prayed, and requested his friends to pray, for a speedy deliverance. While contemplating his departure from earth, he called his family and neighbors present, to his bed-side, and while taking the parting hand, he said to the family, who were bathed in tears, weep not for me, weep for yourselves and your children. And with a steadfast gaze as if the shining host were waiting to escort his emancipated spirit home to its long desired haven said he, bless God, you may have all the world give me Jesus. The writer of this notice being present, was reminded of the declaration of the man of God, when he said "though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, thy rod and staff shall comfort me." Thus as he neared the iron gate of death, leaning his head on the breast of his beloved, and bidding adieu to earthly toils and tumults, his faith waxed stronger and stronger still, until faith turned into sight and hope into possession. In this dispensation of God's Providence, the church has lost a worthy member, the bereaved widow an affectionate husband, and the orphan children a beloved and dutiful father; but our loss is his eternal gain. While we sorrow, we sorrow not as those who have no hope. Now let me say to the bereaved widow and orphan children, dry your tears and obey his precepts, follow his examples, be humble and live for God and that God who is the God of the widow and the orphan will bring you off conquerors and more than conquerors, through him that loved us and gave himself for us. Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, yea, saith the spirit from henceforth that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them.
                                                                                  A FRIEND.
[Source: The Banner of Peace, June 1, 1849, page 3]