Maryville Times, (Blount Co. TN) Saturday, June 3, 1899:
"The funeral services of Dr. J.E. McGhee were conducted by Pres. Boardman of Maryville College at the home of Prof. F.M. Gill, May 30, 1899. Profs. Wilson, Waller, Newman and Rev. Creswell assisted in the exercises. The following remarks were made by Dr. Boardman: (Thess. 4:24) Rev. John E. McGee whose obsequies we this day attend was born in Sharon, [Noble Co.] Ohio, about 35 years ago. He was graduated at Muskingum College, New Concord, Ohio in 1887. He received the degree of A.M. at the same institution in 1890. He was graduated at Lane Theological Seminary in the same class with Rev. F.E. Moore, James McDonald, John S. Eakin and John Creswell of this synod in 1890. He received the degree of Doctor of Philosphy from Wooster University in 1895. He was licensed to preach the Gospel in 1889 and was ordained by the Presbytery of Zanesville in 1890. He was pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Fredricktown, Ohio in 1890-94. He then pursued post graduate study at the University of Edinboro, Scotland for two years. In 1898 he became pastor of the important church of Zenia, Ohio. On the failure of his health he resigned his pastorate, which was accepted with expressions of regret and of high esteem and with a generous provision for his sojourn in the south, in the hope of restoration to health and prolonged usefulness. In pursuit of this purpose he arrived in Maryville about seven weeks ago. For a time he seemed to improve and was able to ride out to attend church and to enjoy the society of his friends. Soon however his deceptive disease made such progress as to show that the end was near. He accepted the result with entire resignation and was ready and desirous to depart. With perfect calmness he made all the necessary final arrangements, with assured hope, but without marked demonstration awaited the end, often expressing the desire for a speedy release. It was providentially ordered that his last days should be spent and his departure occur in the home of one who had known him from childhood and to whom he had looked upon with affectionate regard from early years in that native place. He desired to be buried from this house and in the soil hallowed as the resting place of Isaac Anderson, Thomas Lamar, Alexander Bartlett and G.W. Crawford and many other saints of God of precious memory. Dr. McGhee was earnest, enterprising and ambitious of excellence. He educated himself and prosecuted his studies in the higher fields of knowledge at home and abroad. As we who had not known him before, have conversed with him here though in these last days of great prostration and weakness, we perceived the acuteness and vigor of his mind as seen in the decission and force of his convictions. He was a scholar and his influence in promoting scholastic pursuits will be prolonged by the donation of his large and valuable library to his Alma Mater, Muskingum College. His sun has gone down at noon-day yet not before his work had been done. What other and higher services are reserved for his aspiring intellect and glowing heart, we do not know. The Great Task Master makes no mistakes. He knows precisely, when, and where and how to send forth and to recall the laborers in his vineyard. Dr. McGee preached the unsearchable riches of Christ for nine years and was a pastor for six years. Though he has died and is to be buried today far away from the beloved churches which he served, yet within the church and as near to Christ as his death could have been elsewhere. We who were until recently strangers to him in the flesh were yet one with him in spirit and we gather around his peaceful form today in place of kindred and tender parishioners in those closer bonds in which both they and we are bound together in Christ. It is a sacred privilege to pay this last tribute of respect and affection to a fellow servant in the ministry of Jesus Christ. So we bid this honored and beloved brother, called a little before ourselves, farewell; in tender remembrance and in glorious hope."
Asleep in Jesus far from thee, Thy kindred and their graves may be, But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep.