Obituary of Mary Jane Landreth YORK, Mercer County, Illinois This file was contributed for use in the USGenWeb Archives by: Sharon Inman Mrs. Charles York Mary Jane Landreth was born March 6, 1837, in Owen County, Indiana, and died at her home in Millersburg, Illinois, December 28, 1900, aged 63 years, 9 months and 22 days. In March, 1852, when but a girl of fifteen, she came to Mercer County, Illinois, which has been her home county ever since. On the third day of June, 1855, she became the loving and faithful wife of Charles York, who now journeys in his old age without his trusted helpmeet. Eight children were born of this union: Mrs. Ella Parker, of Duncan Township: Mrs. Nettie Hess, of Pasadena, California: Mrs. Alice Stevens of Murray, Iowa: Mrs. Olive Rodgers of Martinsburg, Iowa: Mrs Eva Lunn of Milersburg, Illinois: William S. York of Perryton township: Albert York, who died November 3, 1880, and Mrs. Linnie Woods, who died March 22, 1896. She leaves behind her three brothers and two sisters: Eli Landreth, now living in Iowa: and David and Lewis Landreth, both living in California. The sisters are: Mrs Anna Carney, of California, and Mrs. Eva Fender of Aledo, Illinois. Her grandchildren number twenty-nine, two of whom have gone to their heavenly home, and to this number of relatives is added one great-grandchild. Mrs. York was converted at the Sugar Grove camp meeting in September, 1854, and has never for one day departed from the love of Jesus. For several tears she did not unite with any church, as the Methodist Church was the church of her choice and it was not convenient during her early Christian life. She became one of its faithful members in 1868. Her life was an inspiration. Her sweet Christian influence was constsntly shed on all around her. The secret of this abiding christian life is found in Hufg Stowell's favorite lines, Hymn 681, Methodist Hymal: From every Stormy wind that blows From every swelling tide of woes There is a calm, a sure retrteat: "Tis found beneath the merry-seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The all of gladness on our heads A place than all besides more sweet: It is the blood-bought mercy seat. There is a scene where spirits blend Where friends holds fellowship with friend: Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. Ah! whither could we flee for aid When tenpted, desolate, dismayed: Or how the hosts of hell defeat Had suffering saints no mercy-seat ***************************************************************** USGENWEB NOTICE: In keeping with our policy of providing free information on the Internet, data may be used by non-commercial entities, as long as this message remains on all copied material. These electronic pages may NOT be reproducd in any format for profit or for presentation by other persons or organizations. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material for purposes other than stated above must obtain the written consent of the file contributor. ***************************************************************** Contributed by: Sharon Inman