MRS. BISBEE
PASSED AWAY

A well Known Former Lyle
Resident Passes Away

Mrs. Lulu Davis Bisbee was born Dec. 17, 1869 at Clear Lake, Wis., and died at her home in Albert Lea, Minnesota, May 30, 1911 at the age of 41 years 5 months and 15 days.

She was educated and grew to womanhood in Clear Lake, Wis. She was married to B. A. Bisbee, May 14, 1888 at Clear Lake, Wis. She leaves to mourn her death, her husband, one daughter, Marie, four sons, Rufus, Clarence, Augustus, and Bertin, two sisters, Mrs. Magneson of Clayton, Wisconsin, and Mrs. Mary Mason, of Seattle, Wash., two brothers, Herbert Davis of Stilltwater Dakota and Robert Davis of Clayton, Wisconsin.

The funeral which was largely attended by a host of sorrowing friends was held at the church of London, Minn., Friday afternoon. Rev. D. Belden of Austin officiating, and the remains were laid to rest in the Woodbury Cemetery. She was a member of Oak Camp No. 803 R. N. A., a member of the Willing workers of Woodbury and also of the Ladies Aid Society of London.

Those who attended the funeral from away were her sister Mrs. Magneson of Clayton, Wis., Mr. and Mrs. A. C. Bisbee of Albert Lea and Mr. and A. C. Mayers of Readlyn, Iowa.

She was a loving wife, a devoted mother and a kind loving neighbor cheerfully lending a helping hand at all times and speaking a word of cheer to all in sorrow. She was one of those rare women whose lives are a good example for others to follow who have helped make the world better and happier. Surely none knew her but to love her. The sympathy of the entire community is extended to the bereaved husband and children in their hour of bereavement.

These who are left to mourn her departure have the heart felt sympathy of a large member of friends in this time of sorrow. May the God of all comfort sustain them and comfort them in their bereavement. Jesus said, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

Dearest mother, thou hast left us,
And our loss we deeply feel
But 'tis God that hast bereft us;
He can all our sorrows heal.
Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled
When in Heaven with joy to greet
thee
Where no farewell tear is shed.

Weep not that her toils are over,
Weep not that her Race is run,
God grant we may rest as calmly
When our work, like hers, is done
Till then we yield, altho' in sadness,
Our mother unto him him to keep:
Rejoicing in the sweet assurance,
He giveth her beloved sleep.

Call not back the Dear departed,
Anchored safe where storms are
o'er;
On the borderland we left her
Soon to meet and part no more;
When we leave this world of changes
When we leave this world of care.
We shall find our missing loved one
In our Fathers mansions fair.

She has gone from her dear ones, her
children, her husband,
Whom she willingly toiled for,
and loved as her life.
Oh, God! how mysterious and how
strange are thy ways
To take from us this loved on in the
best of her days.