History and genealogy of Peter Montague, of Nansemond and ...

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Mississippi river during the war flooded his plantation and totally
destroyed his splendid estate. He then moved to New Orleans and
was appointed collector of the Port, under the Lincoln administration.
He was an "old line Whig" in politics and a conscientious and
ardent Union man during the war. He was a man of strong social
feeling, and entertained sumptuously the friend visiting his luxurious
home. He was devoted to his family, and an extravagant provider
for their comfort and happiness. He d. April 23, 1866.
CHILDREN.
604. Georgianna, b. 1830, d. in Ala.
605. Mickelborough Lawrence, b. 1832, d. 1862.
606. Caesar Rodney, b. Dec. 16, 1834, in Va.
607. Edward De Saix, b. Feb. 29, 1836.
608. Reuben Vaughan, b. May 31, 1839, in Ala.
609. Roberl Vaughan, Jr., b. 1840, in Marengo Co., Ala., d. 1881, in
Marshall, Mo.
610. Alice Ann, b. Dec. 15, 1843.
611. Henry Clay, b. 1846, d. 1862, in St. Louis.
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Martha Montague, dau. of Mickelborough [58], b. Sept.17,1806,
in Powhatan Co., Va.
She m. (1) 1824, Dr. Peter Field Archer, who d. shortly after their
marriage. She m. (2) March 17, 1834, William Deans McClenny of
Suffolk, Va., son of Elijah McClenny of Va. by his marriage with
Mary Deans. He was for half a century engaged in mercantile life
in Suffolk, Va., was a leading member of the Baptist church, was
leader of the church choir, church clerk, deacon, and superintendent
of the Sunday school. He was a good, honest and just man. As he
had lived the life, he died the death of the Christian, Oct. 8, 1874,
having closely followed his faithful companion, with whom he had
lived forty years of their lives in perfect unity of feeling. She d. Jan.
9, 1873, a devoted member of the Suffolk, Va., Baptist church, and a
teacher in the Sunday school from early life to the time of her last
sickness. Both passed away as quietly as the going out of a candle,
without apparently a single pain on the last bed of sickness. In
devotion to the memory and in contemplation of the virtues of loved
ones who have passed to the other shore, led by the hand of the
loving Father, where no storm ever beats, we may pause in meditation
for we touch almost the borders of hallowed land.