Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 175, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 July 1915 — Funeral of Miss Elizabeth Lane. [ARTICLE]

Funeral of Miss Elizabeth Lane.

The funeral of Miss Elizabeth M. ,Lane, who died at the home of her parents in Newton township July 19, at 1:30 p. m., was held from St. Augustine’s Catholic church at 9 o’clock Wednesday morning and was one of the most sorrowful of such occasions this community has ever witnessed. The funeral procession from her home to the church and from there after the services to the cemetery was one of the largest, while for the services the church was crowded to the utmost with grieving relatives and friends. All this told of the esteem in which she was held. A solemn requiem high mass was offered, after which the pastor, Rev. Father Daniels, delivered the funeral sermon, using as his text the last words uttered by her of whom he spoke: “Jesus have mercy on my soul.” Elizabeth Lane was bom July 1, 1890, and died at the age of 25 years and 19 days. She spent practically al! of her life in this community, where she was well and favorably known and loved by all who knew her. She had been in failing health for the pist year and tare her suffering most patiently, being resigned at all times to the will of Him who sent her trials. She was one of twelve children, five of whom had preceded her to the grave. They are, Mrs. Ella Rajal, Charles J., Anna Justene and two brothers who died in infancy. She leaves to mourn her early demise, her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Lane, four sisters and two brothers, namely, Mrs. E. E. Pierson, of Hobart, Ind.; Mrs. Harvey Messmann, Mis. James T. Walters, Miss Lucy, Stanley and Louis Lane, and a host of relatives a-nH friends. She was a member of St. Rese Sodality, whose members attended the funeral in a body. Her pall bearers were Charles Brusnahan, Will Worden, Clemens Gangloff, Herman Hordeman, Carl Worden and Clarence Messmann. She was laid to rest in Mt. Calvary cemetery and as she was viewed for the last time tears were in the eyes of every ohe. All mourned that one so beautiful, so good, so pure and lovely should have a life so brief.