St. Clair County Obits

LILLIE LANE

GONE TO MEET THE ANGELS

DIED -- On Weaubleau, 5 miles east of Osceola, of heart trouble, Miss Lillie, oldest daughter of Harvey and Rachel Lane. Born January 8, 1878, died May 20, 1893, aged 15 years, 2 months and 12 days.

She was sick only a few days. Her death was sudden and unexpected and has cast a gloom over the entire community. The last few hours of her life she suffered greatly and at 9 o'clock p.m. she passed peacefully away in spite of all that loving hands and physicians could do.

The deceased was not a member of any church, but we know from her sweet disposition and her beautiful character and mild and gentle ways that she is at rest. Lillie's home life was lovely as a daughter; devoted and dutiful as a sister, confiding and kind, and as a friend thoughtful and loving. None knew her but to love her. She will be greatly missed in the community in which she lived; in the Sunday School which she loved to attend so well, and there will be in the school room a vacancy which never can be filled. Just two weeks before she died she helped us sing that pathetic hymn, 'God Be With You 'Till We Meet Again.' Little did we think that in two weeks she would be cold in death. As we looked on that lovely face for the last time we thought how true, 'Death loves a shining mark.' Just as she was entering upon the threshold of womanhood she was called away to that world beyond the skies. We cannot call her back, but we can go to her. We mourn, but not without hope, for we feel that our loss is her eternal gain.

May God's richest blessings rest upon the broken hearted parents, her aged grandparents, her brothers and sisters, and her many friends. May it be the means of bringing them closer to God.

The long procession which followed her remains to their last resting pace was evidence that she was loved by all. After appropriate services they laid her to rest in the little cemetery to await the resurrection morn.

The angel of death has borne thee away

To the dark and silent tomb,
But thy spirit dwells in endless day,

In its bright and beautiful home,
Where afflictions sore on that beautiful shore

Will torture thy mind and thy body no more.

We only weep that we know you are gone

From our midst to see us no more
Till we join thee in that beautiful song,

On the bright and beautiful shore,
Till we meet thee in heaven our voices to raise,

And mingle with yours in singing his praise.

L.M.C.