Obituary -- Mrs. Eleanor Rooks Lane, 1906, Berea, Ohio

Berea Advertiser, 12 Jan1906, page 2

OBITUARY

Mrs. Eleanor Rooks Lane was born December 13, 1829, at Java, Gennessee county, New York, where she spent her youthful days. She was married to Warren Lane, August 23, 1848, at Quincy, Chautauqua county, N.Y., and soon afterward they came to Ohio. After residing in various places in this state, they moved to Berea in November 1857, and with the exception of a few years, Mrs. Lane has lived here since. Her husband died in 1877; she has since remained a widow.

She was a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church for over forty years prior to her death, which occurred at her home in Berea, January 5, 1906, aged 76 years, 23 days. Mrs. Lane was a very highly respected citizen of this community where she was so long and well known. She was truly patriotic in spirit, and life; was a member of the Woman’s Relief Corps since 1890; she was an honored member of this organization, having filled various offices; the lat two years she served as chaplain, and was elected to the same office for another year.

Mrs. Lane was a woman of true principles and of a cheerful disposition. Her favorite motto was “Dare to do Right.” She was patient and enduring, and self sacrificing for the good of others; always kind hearted and generous in her response to the call of the needy.

Her last sickness was of short duration, being confined to her bed four days, and full of bodily suffering. She was however patient and thoughtful to the last, retaining consciousness almost to life’s latest hour. She realized the dissolution of her “earthly house” was near and so notified her friends. She is survived by one daughter and four sons, viz, Mrs. J.E. Asling, Hon. C.F. Lane, and E.E. Lane, of Berea; and W.J. Lane of Tuscola, Ill., and F.M. Lane of Memphis, Tenn. There are ten grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren. We close this brief sketch of the life of this loving and beloved mother, with the beautiful lines of the poet Whittier:

“And when the angel of shadow
Rests his feet on wave and shore,
And our eyes grow dim with weeping
And our hearts faint at the oar;
Happy is he who heareth,
The sign of his release
In the bells of the Holy City,
The chimes of eternal peace.”

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[n the same page of this newspaper is a lovely recap of her funeral, including the funeral sermon.–JG]