MRS. ELECTA RUTH McCUNE

MCCUNE, LEGRAND

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Date: 8/27/2020 at 09:13:46

MOMENTO MORI

The subject of this sketch, Mrs. Electa Ruth McCune, was born in Trumble[sic] county, Ohio, Oct 3d, 1826, and died in Cedar Township, Johnson county, Iowa, Feb 4, 1892.

In the spring of 1838 she moved with her parents and family to Port Byron, Ill., and the following January she came with her family to Johnson county, Iowa. She was married to John P. McCune November 28th, 1844, and lived with him till he died at the Opera House in Iowa City, from heart disease, September 23d, 1855. From this marriage twelve children were born, seven of which, two sons and five daughters survive her.

Thus death has again asserted his authority by cancelling the light of life of this victim and plunging the same into the dismal darkness of his own shadow, but, oh, gladsome thought that the day is coming when death will be dethroned of his power and the triumphant voice of the Son of God shall call his victims to life again with the thundering tones of His eternal voice, "Awake! thou that sleepeth, and arise from the dead" (Eph 10,14) Then will husband and wife meet again, never to sever Then will the children greet their parents in the glad reunion of God's eternal family, and in the hallucinating joy of their gladsome hearts they will shout backin[sic] the effulgent effervescence of their victorious triumph, "Oh, death, where is thy sting? Oh, grave, where is thy victory?" (I Cor 20,55) And when they, with their fingers, strike the strings of the Elysian harp and attune their voices to join in the eternal orchestra of the reunion of Gods[sic] eternal family, they will shout to each other, "Behold the Lamb of God, who has triumphed over "Death, Hell, and the grave."

Mrs. McCune is not dead, but sleepeth She lived 60 years in this world, and during that time was a faithful daughter, a faithful sister, a faithful wife and a faithful mother, and went to sleep in the bosom of death without a single blemish on her character. Those who knew her best loved her most! The writer stood by her bedside when she closed her eyes in the mortal slumber, and she seemed to him like the eastern sun, that goes down behind the hills of time, with a smile of light and a glad assurance, "I will rise again in the morning" Oh, glad morning! When the dead shall rise again, and form the glad reunion of God's eternal family.
LOUIS LEGRAND.

Source: Iowa Citizen/Iowa City, Iowa/Friday, February 19th, 1892/page 3, column 3.