OBITUARY.LBXT.—AiMfc Landon was born in I W irmeshiek county, Iowa, April 30. J«o8, and ramis Willi her parents to Woodbury County when » years of ago*She was married September 17, 1*79,lo Mr. Edwin Lent, anil died at lierj home in Correct ion v ill o May L 1H1U. Throe years ago slu% with iicr husband, joined the Methodist elm Mill, oi which hho was ;i member at Ihe lime id! herdeath. She loaves il husband mid ihrec children who deeply feel tin: loss. A faithful v, iie and a loving mother is in (rising, urnl a gloom hangs over the home. The bereaved family have the sympathy of this entire community. Bro. Lent lias proved himself to be a worthy husband and noble man in this time of need. He has done all he could to .save her live, and when all hope had lied he met every want and smoothed her pillow to Die last hour. Tor a rear past she has been straggling with consumption* bin she was one of the most patient sufferers I ever knew. For sometime past she w s conscious of her condition ; and had no hope of recovering, but/ during Uie time sS*e bad a deep, rich.; religious experience; a calm but won-;itarful resignation to the v.'UI of God! that enabled her lo say, fctI am ready to; die; J am willing lo b*ave friends and; all earthly things; my trust is in Jesus and all is well with my soul.11 Yea, indeed, she leached Lho point where she was anxious to go for she rejoteedin it blessed liopo of immortality andeternal life.The day before her death she called her family and friends Lo her hod sideone by one and bid them good bye. and requested them to meet her in! Heaven. She was eon sc in us up to the s Very last, bidding tiuwe that were present a last good bje.and to her husband. God bless 3rou/* Sim made an attempt to sing but was unable and passed a way with the words ^ Precious fuiuitain upon her lips. Two weeks before her death she selected as a text for her funeral Rev. k2\:l. This text shows her hopes and anticipations of a land of rest.The following verses are of her own selection:AIM*: YOU READY?Soon the evening shadows falling Close the day of mortal life;Soon the hand of Death appalling Grasps thee from its empty slnfe.Soon the awful trumpet sounding Calls thee to the judgment throne; Now prepare, for love abounding Yet has left thee not aloud.Oh. 'tis fatal still to linger;Are you ready?—ready now?Ready, should Death’s icy linger Lay its chill upon Ihy brow?Priceless love and free salvation Kipclv now me oflVied thee.Yield no longer to temptation,J5ut from sin and error lieu.j. tY. Lothian/