The Linn County Republic Linn County, [KANSAS] Friday February 9, 1917 Elizabeth Peyton Jackson was bron in Kentucky near Frankfort, December 8, 1836, died February 1, 1917, and was at the time of her death, 80 years, 1 month and 22 days old. When a little girl three years of age, she moved with her parents to DeWitt county, Illinois. Her she grew to womanhood. When 18 years of age she came west with her parents and settled in Cass county, Mo. When 21 years of age she was united in marriage with W. C. JACKSON, of Cass county, Mo., and settled on a farm. In 1863 in the time of the Civil War, she with her husband and three small children came to Kansas and settled in Pottawatomie county. Here she resided for a period of 18 months. From thence she with her family moved to Linn county, Kansas, where she has spent the remainder of her life. She leaves to morn her departure seven sons and one daughter, her husband and one son and two daughters having preceded her to the great beyond. She also leaves 37 grandchildren and 13 great grandchildren and a host of kind and sympathizing friends. When 14 years of age she was coverted to God and for 66 long years she has never departed from the faith. The life she lived is left to us an open boook. She loved the right and hated the fruits of eveil. Her Bible to her was a sacred book, a holy fire, a shining light, a guiding star. She has rested on its promises for, lo, these many years. Yes, mother is gone. the heavenly message to her has come. She has answered the call. The masters said: "It is enough, soldier, thy warfare is o'er. I have an honorable discharge for thee. Thou hast fought the battle bravely. Henceforth there is a crown for thee, incorruptible undefiled and that fadeth not away, and thou shalt bask in the sunshine of by blest deliverance while the ceaseless ages of eternity roll." And, mother, while we, thy children are sympathizing friends, are left in sorrow there and while they departure we so deeply feel, we would not call thee back. We just feel that our loss is Heaven's gain, and we are willing to bow in humble submission to the will of Him thaqt doeth all things well. Dear Mother, you are gone, And we are looking for you; That message you got Came all the way through >From Heaven's great city Beyond the great blue The battle did rage and the Billows did roar; Thy soul is at rest On eternity's shore We'll gird on the armor- That's all we can do- And when the battle subsides We will come unto to you. Her Son, T.B. Jackson, Liberal, Mo.