This post was contributed to the Crawford County Chapter of OGS by Kristina Stearley as part of the Florence Siefert Scrapbook in 2010.
The scrapbook is compiled from undated, unidentified newspaper clippings involving events in the lives of Crawford County citizens living in or having connections to New Washington, Tiro, Shelby, Sulphur Springs, Chatfield, Bucyrus, Ashland, Mansfield, and other areas. Only minimal spelling or punctuation corrections were made. Unreadable areas are shown by underlines, dots &/or question marks. This collection has been scanned, “optical character recognized” (OCR’d), proofed, then coded for HTML by volunteers of the Crawford County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society. Since the copies are not of the best quality errors may have been made. Please contact us if you find corrections needing to be made or can verify any missing dates which could be added.
MOUNT
Jane Mount was born October 7, 1828, in Ireland. She came to this state with her parents when five years of age and settled near Shiloh, Richland county. She was the eldest of a family of five children, two sisters having proceeded her to the better world. In her youthful days Miss Mount was by proffession a school teacher, having taught twenty- seven terms. At an early age she united with the Lutheran church at Shiloh and for over fifty years was a faithful, consistent christian lady. For the past thirty four years she has made her home with her sister and family, three miles north of Tiro, and since the death of that sister, Mrs. Nancy A. Trego, in February 1892, she has been all that a loving, faithful mother could have been in the bereaved home.
(later issue) MOUNT. …?…hington cor to News:
Jane Mount was born October 7, 1828, in Ireland. She came to this state with her parents when five years of age and settled hear Shiloh, Richland county. She was the eldest of a family of five children,two sisters having proceeded her to the better world. In her youthful days Miss Mount was by proffession a school teacher, having taught twenty-seven terms. At an early age she united with the Lutheran church at Shiloh and for over 50 years was a faithful, consistent christian lady. For the past thirty-four years she has made her home with her sister and family, three miles north of Tiro, and since the death of that sister, Mrs. Nancy A. Trego, in February 1892, she was all that a loving mother could have been in the bereaved home.
The sudden death of her nephew, who was buried, seven weeks ago today, is thought to have hastened her departure, although she suffered intensely for two weeks previous to her death. She was conscious through her entire illness and approached the end with a patient resignation that was beautiful to see. All was done that kind hands and loving hearts could do, but with the distinctly audible words “The river is crossed” and with a prayer on her lips the the light of this long, beautiful christian life went out just as the shades of evening were falling on Thursday, July 19, 1900.
She leaves to mourn her departure one brother, A. Mount, of Shiloh and one sister, Mrs. Fannie Bloom, of Iowa, also a number of nephews and nieces, together with a host of friends. We lose from our midst, from our Sabbath school and church a member that was devoted, constant and true; a home is made desolate by the loss of one who was a faithful sister, a loving, tender aunt, who was all a mother could be. Our loss is beyond remedy. Her gain is everlasting peace, everlasting rest, everlasting life; no more sorrow, no more pain, no more death. It is but a fitting tribute to the departed to say, that she lived a life so full of gentleness and kindness of devotion to God that it cannot but be worthy of our imitation.
All’s for the best did we only but know it,
All the sorrow and suffering, anguish and loss.
Tenderly, kindly, God’s hand doth bestow it,
Bridging with love the deep chasm across.Dark are the shadows, foretelling the dawning
Bringing the chariot wheels of the day.
It is always night time before it is morning
Always winter before it is May.Joy follows close in the footsteps of sorrow
We find not the thorn till the roses we press
But whether it be joy or grief on the morrow,
God’s way is the way that is always the best.
