Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1924-09-17
IN MEMORIAM
Gone HOme-Mrs. Louisa f. Rogers.


city another of Lancaster's beloved
old mothers entered into eternal rest,
tired out with the weight of SO years,
4 months and 20 days. Louisa Fran
ces was the third daughter of Matthew
and Ann Vivian Edwards. She was
born in the second house erected in
Beetown, the "Beetown House," which
became a far-famed "wayside inn,"
and over the entrance for many years
swung the beehive sign. The main
structure still stands in the village, a
memorial of those pioneer days. Mr..
| Edwards was one of the victims of
cholera which scourged the village in
so.
Louisa married William E. Rogers
on June 3, 1855. Eight children were
born to the union. The third child,
Matthew, died in infancy. The hus-
band and father departed this life on
Feb. Esd, 1901. Mrs. Rogers was the
last of her fathers family to be called
home. Mrs. Nellie Ziegler, Miss May
nette and Mrs. Addie Austin, Lancas-
ter; Amos, Beetown; Glen, Idaho;
Mrs. Matte Smith, Cassville, and Mrs.
Lillis Clark, Beloit, survive to mourn
one of the best of mothers. Many 9TH
ers sorrow with them and will also
sorely miss the benign presence of a
dear neighbor and friend. Thirteen
grandchildren and eleven great-grand-
children also survive.
Mrs. Rogers had lived all her life
in Grant county. Under the ministry
of Rev N. Mayne she united with the
Congregational church at Beetown in
1869 Upon removal of the family to
Lancaster in 1890 she became affiliat-
ed with the First Congregational
church of this city. Last services in
accordance with her life and her wish
es were conducted in quiet and simple
manner at her late home, Rev. Louis
Arhelger officiating. Immediately fol-
lowing his impressive talk he read
the following beautiful poem found
among the things which the good
mother had laid away for this occa-
sion:
"Adieu, sweet friends; have waited
long
To hear this message that calls me
home;
And now it comes like low, sweet
song
Of welcome over the rivers foam,
And my heart shall ache, and my
feet shall roam
No moreno more; l am going
home.
I am going home; DER the rivers
tide,
Crystal white in the MONDAY sun
/ see the friends on the other side
Who the beautifully pearly white
gates have won;
And fair and sweet from the shin
ing dome
They call me still-come home,
come home!
Do not weep for me, friends; but
lay
Peacefully over my silent breast
The hands where labor is done and
say:
She hath entered in at the gates of
rest
And God is merciful-God knows
best.
And sweet to the weary is rest,
sweet rest!
Why should 1 linger? long to go;
And yet No price in my hand |
bring
The Christ who died for us loves us
| so,
And simply to His cross I cling.
Never more from that cross to roam,
I am going home, 1 am going home.
Home where no storm, no tempest
| raves
In the light of the calm, eternal day,
Where no willows droop DER lonely
graves
And tears from our eyes shall be
wiped away.
And my heart shall ache and my
feet shall roam
No moreno more! 1 am going
HOme!"
Gone home! The mother who gave
of her best; the sands of time have
run their course, and only those who
have, with trembling, aching hearts
watched as the last tiny particles fill
tered into eternity, know the yearn-
ings that will come for just one more
touch of the loving hands, sound of
dear voice forever stilled. She was
so companionable, this dear friend of
ours, so Observation-Disclosures al
ways with comforting sympathy and
bright sayings that would cheer. Even
unto her last day she was quick in
repartee that she might bring smiles
to the anxious faces of the daughters
who ministered SO devotedly to her
every need All her life she was so
fond of sending dainty things to the
sick and of sharing the flowers that
grew so beautifully to her hand. And
her last days were blessed with be-
nevolent offerings-her little room
kept fragrant with many flowers, and
her last bed covered with tributes in
Vulnerable. Her little vine-clad home,
how dear a place to go to, never any
more to be the same. Dear "Aunt
Lou" She lived and let live. She
/ loved and was beloved. Oh. what