Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-03-16
In Meu,oriam.

i MRS. LOUISA SCHwAB, wife of Mr..
John Schwab, Jr., who died on the 9Th
i inst, was the daughter of Mr.. and Mrs.
William Rant, Of Pilot Knob, and was
born in Birmingham, England. on the
LIST day OF April, 1845. Had she lived
25 days longer. she would have attained
her 48th year.
When II years old, she emigrated
with her parents to the United States,
coming directly to Pilot Knob, where
she has since resided most of the time.
On March 18th, 1865, she was married
to Mr.. John Schwab, Jr., also of Pilot
Knob. Ten children, four sons and
six daughters, blessed their union,
seven of whom, now all grown, except
one, survive; three having preceded
their mother to the Home beyond.
About q year ago, Mrs. Schwab sui.
fered from an attack of the grippe,
from which she never fully recovered.
After receiving all the attention that
could be given her at home, without
noticing any Improvement in her con-
dition, and believing that she could be
benefited in hospital, she was taken
to ST. Johns in St. Louis, of which she
had been an inmate but few days
when the end came.
Realizing that her life was drawing
to a close, she requested friend who
was present to read to her that old
| hymn, 81 was a wandering Sheep
| which was a great favorite of hers.
| Shortly after this she became speech
/ lncc nd of Ok n
March 9Th, she passed quietly away.
| A fitting close for such a noble life, her
husband, and daughter Louisa, being
the only members of her family pres
| ent to witness the sad scene.
Mrs. Schwab was consistent mem
Der of the Lutheran church. She was
a true Christian, faithful helpmate to
her husband, and a devoted mother to
her children, always first in the line of
duty. Possessed of more than ordina-
| ry ability, she was also richly endow-
ed with those rare qualities of mind
and heart which never fail to make,
for their possessor, many friends.
She will be greatly missed, but we
look up and say, g Father, thy will be
DONE"
The bereaved family have the SYM
pathy of the entire community in their
great affection; and hope they will not
mourn against Gods will and merciful
dispensation, but bow with reverence
and humility to the will of Him "who
doeth all things WE'LL knowing that
though they have been deprived of the
company of one so tenderly loved, the
Infinite Father will in His mercy apply
the healing balm to their bleeding
hearts and cause them to realize that
their loss is her eternal gain. May
in affliction.
On the Sth of March she was laid to
rest in the family cemetery, only a.
short distance from her much-loved
home. Rev. Otto Pfaffe of the Luther
an church delivered an impressive SER
mon, taking for his text, l. Corinth-
ians, Is chapter, SIS and 81 verses, 90
death, where is thy stingp o grave
where is thy victory p." "But thanks
be to God, which giveth US the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christi Her
funeral was one of the largest ever
held at Pilot Knob.
s'1f it be sad to speak of treasures
gone,
OF sainted friends called too soon
away,
OF light from this world taken, while
it shone,
Yet kindling onward to the perfect
day;
How shall our griefs, if these things
mournful be,
Flow forth, oh thou of many gifts,
for thee
Hath not thy voice been here amongst
us heard +?
And that deep soul of gentleness and
power,
Have we not felt its breath in every
word,
Wont from thy lips, as Heavens |
dew, to shower !?
Yes in our hearts thy fervent thoughts
have burned
OF Heaven they were, and thither
have returned.
How shall we mourn thee With a |
lofty trust,
Our life's immortal birthright from
above!
With glad faith, whose eye to track
the just,
Through shades and mysteries lifts
glance of love,
And yet can weep for nature thus de-
plores
The friend that leaves us, though |
for happier shores.
And one high tone of triumph DER thy
bier,
One stream of solemn rapture be al
lowed
Thou, that rejoicing on thy mid ca
reer,
Not to decay, but unto death, hast
bowed:
In those bright regions of the rising
sun,
Where victory ne'er crown like
thine had won.
Praise for yet one more name with
power endowed,
To cheer and guide us onward as we
press;
Yet one more image on the heart be-
slowed,
To dwell, there, beautiful in holi-
ness
Thine, Mother, Friend whose memo
ry from the dead,
Shines as the star which to the Saw
vior led. A FRIEND.
Dill Uzob A. Az. 20 1000