Death has again placed his finger on one of the land-marks of the county, and has removed from us one of the mothers in Israel, one of the faithful friends of the poor, one who had sympathy for the distressed, one who has seen this section grow from a desert, almost, to a land of promise.

Mrs. Mary Jane Lott, wife of John M. Lott, Sr., died last Sunday December 11th at 11:30, in her 78th year, after an illness of five months with a complication of afflictions consequent upon old age. Her husband preceded her two or three years, and since his death she never seemed to be the jovial, good nature soul that the writer has known for fifteen or twenty years. Mrs. Lott, or "Aunt Mary Jane", as every one acquainted with her called her, was formerly Miss Wilcox, daughter of George Wilcox, one of the early pioneers of the county, and was married to Mr. Lott on the 27th day of December 1849, at the age of 17 years. From this union we have now living, G. Wash Lott, Mrs. J. M. Denton, Mrs. Lucy Douglas, Mrs. T. J. Davis, Mrs. F. L. Sweat, all of whom are well known in this community, and all of them were present at the time of her death. The funeral services were conducted at the residence of Mrs. F. L. Sweat, where she has been living for the past year, by Rev. J. M. Foster and T. S. Hubert, the Methodist and Baptist ministers of the city. The pall bearers were Messrs. J. R. Overman, G. M. Stanton, J. F. Overstreet, W. M. Courson, M. D. Dickerson and C. A. Ward. Mrs. Lott had been a consistent member of the Methodist church for fifty years, and brought her children up under a discipline that marked the road of an affectionate mother. Her home was the residing place for those who worked for the cause of Christianity, and her pocketbook aided them in cases of necessity, for the furtherance of the Masters work or their personal needs. For these and other virtues of this good woman there were many anxious inquiries regarding her condition during her illness and much sorrow when it was known that she was dead. The large funeral procession to the city cemetery last Monday where the remains were buried was evidence of the esteem in which she was held by the general public. The writer claimed her friendship, and in her death he feels that he has lost a true friend, but there is a bright hope that her kindness to him and his will be rewarded in the land to which her blessed soul has gone to live with God forever and forever beyond the stars. To say more would be useless. She was known and loved. That is enough.