HANCOCK COUNTY GEORGIA – FLORIDA H. AUDAS LANE’ OBITUARY

Contributed by:  Michele Holland Mills

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Florida H. Audas Lane’s obituary

Copy in the possession of Michele Holland Mills, Boerne, Texas

Transcribed 25 May 2005

By Michele Holland Mills
28403 Woodbridge
Boerne, TX 78015
mhmills@email.com

Florida Hudson Audas Lane was born in 1826 in Sparta, Hancock County,
Georgia to Tuttle Hudson Audas (1795-1868) and Henrietta Washington 
Turner (1800-1864).  In 1850 Florida was a governess for William Walls
family in Hancock County, Georgia.  Florida was the second wife of Rev. 
James Sterling Lane, a Methodist minister.  His first wife, Annie H. J. 
Clayborn Jones, died in February of 1851, and he and Florida were 
married November 2, 1852 in Audaston, Sparta, Hancock County.  They 
moved from Georgia to Chacoloco Creek, near Talladega, Talladega 
County, Alabama in 1845 or 1846.  They had four children: William, 
Charles C., H. Egbert, and Florida.  Florida died January 28, 1859 
in Talladega, Talladega County, Alabama, and is buried there.  The 
"blue-eyed babe" mentioned in her obituary could be any of her three 
children, William, Charles or Florida, all who died in infancy. After 
her death her husband James married Florida's youngest sister, 
Sophronia Jacob Audas.



Florida H. Audas Lane (1826 – 1859)
Unknown newspaper, probably Sparta, Georgia newspaper

"Mrs. Florida H. Lane, wife of Rev. James S. Lane, and daughter
of T. H. and Henrietta Audas, of Sparta, Ga., died near Talladega,
Ala., Jan 28th, 1859.

Sister L lived and died an exemplary Christian.  If her quiet,
gentle manner – her placid, cheerful countenance, and mild,
unobtrusive temper were but the reflections of the sunshine within, 
then must the inner sanctum of her heart have been what deep piety 
and close communion with God could alone have produced.  The writer 
knew her well from a child – has often led her in class, and visited 
her when sick.  The same unmistakeable lineaments of the true 
christian always shone out in the filial, conjugal, and parental 
relations of life.  For more than two years she was a great sufferer, 
but murmured not.  A long visit to her native home and sympathizing 
kindred the past summer did not improve her shattered and nervous 
system.  She returned, as she entreated to do in a letter to her 
husband, to be buried by the side of her blue-eyed babe, till the 
resurrection trumpet shall call them forth again into glorious and 
unending life.

E. M. Pendleton"