The Stourbridge Observer, Cradley Heath, Halesowen & District Chronicle.
Stourbridge, West Midlands, England, 1886-07-31 00:00:00

FUNERAL OF HOBART FACHA.

CONSTANTINOPLE, Sunday Night.
The funeral of Hobart Pacha took place yesterday
afternoon at two o'clock. The Embassy Chapel,
where the first part of the service was conducted by
the Rev. George Washington, assisted by Canon C.G.
Curtis, was crowded with officials and private friends
anxious to pay a last tribute of respect to the late
Admiral. Outside the building a great crowd of
spectators had assembled, and this extended
all along the line of route to be taken by
the procession, by the Petit Champs Muni-
cipal Gardens down to the Galatea Bridge.
Every window was occupied by eager sightseers,
and every point from whence a good view of the
cortege could be obtained was secured hours before
the time for its appearance. Only the day before the
funeral the line of route had been changed by those
in charge of the arrangements—a fact which had not
generally transpired, at least among the Turkish
population, for I am told that some fifteen thousand
of these were waiting in the streets along which it
was first arranged the procession was to pass. On
the whole this was fortunate, as had these spectators
joined the immense crowds gathered along the modi-
fied line of route, the cortege would have made its
way through with the greatest difficulty, and at no
inconsiderable risk of injury. At half-past
two the procession started on its way to
Scutari, the sun shining, the heat being quite
tropical in its intensity. First came the
band of the Imperial Arsenal playing the "Dead
March" in Saul. Next came a body of Turkish
Marines, with arms reversed, followed by the crew of
the late admiral's barge. Behind them walked three
Aides de Camp, bearing the decorations of the de-
ceased. The hearse which followed was drawn by
four horses in black and silver trappings, the body o!
the late admiral, which was covered with flags of
England and Turkey, being literally hidden with
wreaths of flowers, the gifts of the Prince of Wales
and Hobart Pasha's many friends. The Earl of
Buckinghamshire, in the uniform of a Deputy Lieu-
tenant, was chief mourner, supported by representa-
tives of the Sultanand the Prince of Wales, the forniei
being the Sultan's own brother-in-law. The British
Ambassador and staff, in full diplomatic uniform, and
many high officers of the Imperial
,army and navy
walked in the procession, in which also took
part the officers and crew of her Majesty's
ship Imogene. The procession closed with a further
detachment of Turkish Marines.
At Galata Bridge the whole party embarked on
board special Turkish steamers and her Majesty's
ship Imogene for Scutari. On landing the procession
was reformed, and in tho same order proceeded to
the cemetery. Here the Misses Hobart joined the
cortege, and assisted at the final ceremony at the
grave. The scene at Scutari was most picturesque,
the heights all around being covered with thousands
of Turkish ladies in their many-coloured garments.
At the cemetery gates the body was met .oy Canon
Curtis, with a full choir from the Crimean Memorial
Church. The late Admiral was interred by the side
of his first wife, the conclusion of the sad ceremony
being marked by the firing of three volleys over the
grave by Turkish Marines.

"Are fat men more polite than lean men ?" asks a
speculating maiden. To be sure they are. When a
fat man resigns his seat in a horse car he can oblige
two ladies instead of one.
You may hide your thoughts, conceal your mind
and disguise your actions, but the smell of a raw
onion will rise in its might and inform a sneering
world how you have gathered it to your inner man.
Distant party (at other end of telephone) "Did
[leave my umbrella at your house last night ?" Old
gentleman (speaking into the receiver) : " Two were
left here. Is this one yours?"
There are three kisses in a world of miscellaneous
kisses which may be counted true—the kiss the
mother lightly lays upon her baby's dewy lips, the
kiss the mother gives her boy as he goes forth into
the world, and the kiss we press upon the still, pale
lips of the dead. All the rest are like the straw-
berries in thc lasttom of the l*sket—to be taken with
suspicion.
Judge: "The officer says you were drunk last
night and fell down on the street. Can you explain
that little matter?" Prisoner (with dignity) "The
cause of my fall, your honour, was not attributable to
liquor, but to circumstances over which I have no
control." Judge (in surprise) : "What circumstances
do you allude?" Prisoner (.?;(3.17; . "Liy;,;s, your
honour,'