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RACHEL MOORE McLANE, the saddest news that has come to the many friends of Mr. and Mrs. A. E. McLane and family was the death of their only daughter, Rachel Moore McLane, which occurred at the home on North Fourth street Wednesday morning at three o'clock. About three weeks ago she was taken ill with diphtheria and since then her frail and tender life has hung almost continually in the dark shadow, although occassionally the prospect brightened and gave parents and friends hope that her life would be spared to bless and honor them. Although dangerously ill, she was at times unusually merry and helped brighten the sick room by her childish chatter. Possessed of extraordinary beauty and admired by all who saw her, yet praise of her comeliness did not spoil and she was artless and innocent in spite of constant petting by all within the circle of her acquaintance. It is sad indeed that one so young, so lovely and innocent should be taken from parents whose lives and affections were bound up in her life and few know the poignancy of the sorrow of parents, brothers and relatives now bowed with the weight of grief; yet it is to them a time for submission, for "The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord." A fair flower has been plucked from earth and transplanted to the Garden of God. "My Beloved is gone down into his garden to gather lillies." Every memory of the one whose death causes such general sorrow is beautiful; it is hard to erase the image of such a child from the mind. During the weeks of her illness she was constantly attended by parents and friends who hung over the bedside, watching for the faintest spark of hope of claiming back the life of their darling. All possible care has been given and the best of medical skill was exerted but in vain. Each day there were scores of anxious inquiries as to her condition, and news of her possible recovery was joyfully received while word that she might not recover caused general grief. The family in their bereavement have the sympathy of all and their sorrow will be the sorrow of others. Born June 18th, 1884, less than ten years was Rachel's span of life in a world made brighter and better by her presence; it will be an eternity in the glorious Home prepared for her from the beginning: Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. The Steubenville Weekly Gazette, Friday, January 12, 1894  Return to the Obituary Index
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