The Sun.
London, England, 1865-02-23 00:00:00

rim SUN, LONDON, THURSDAY EVENING, FEBRUARY 23, 1E65.

OBSEQUIES OP CARDINAL WISEMAN,
(This Day•)

The Solemn Funeral Obsequies of Cardinal
Wiseman began this morning at Ten o'Clock, in
St. Mary's Pro-Cathedral, Moorfields. The cere-
monial commenced with a Requiem Mass—the
Right Rev. William Placid Morris, Bishop of Troy,
being the officiating Priest, the Rev. Dr. Melia, the
Deacon, and the Rev.' Dr. Gloog, the Sub-Deacon,
arrayed in their violet chasuble and dalmatics. Eleven
out of the twelve suffragan Bishops of the Province,
of which his Eminence was Archbishop and Metro-
politan, assisted in full pontificals within the sanc-
tuary. Besides these, there were also present his
Grace the Archbishop of Dublin, the Catholic
Primate of Ireland, as well as several bishops
having sees in partibus infideliuni, and many other
dignitaries of the Catholic Church. The whole
interior of the building was covered with black and
yellow draperies. The pillars, swathed in black,
were.spirally coiled round with narrow yellow bands,
having about them, in the general effect of the
curving winding lines, a certain vague resemblance,
as was yesterday remarked by one of our morning
contemporaries, to that noticeable in Raphael's
Cartoon of the Gate Beautiful.
In the centre of the sanctuary--immediately in
front of the steps ascending to the high altar of the
pro-Cathedral—was placed the Bier or Catafalque,
upon which reposed, within a series of coffins, the
remains of the Cardinal-Archbishop. The inner-
most coffin of all, the leaden one, lined with white
and yellow satin (the pontifical colours) in which
lies the body of the deceased, arrayed in the gorgeous
vestments appertaining to him in his various eccle-
siastical capacities as Priest, Bishop, Archbishop,
and Cardinal. Among these ecclesiastical raiments,
the alb, for example—manufactured by skilful
young hands at the Orphanage of north Hyde—
has significantly embroidered upon it the words
" Father of Orphans."
The outer coffin, which is of very considerable
dimensions—being thirty-two inches across at the
widest part, and fully seven feet in length—is of
polished oak, thickly studded with embossed nails,
and richly adorned with gilded handles. Almost
entirely concealing the coffin itself, as it lay there
on the bier of violet cloth thickly bound and richly
embroidered with gold lace, was spread a magnificent
yellow silk and black velvet pall, known as the Bowyer
Pall, being the property of the hon. baronet the
member for Dundalk, the Cardinal's Cross-bearer.
Placed there upon the black velvet of this pall—
towards the foot of the partially concealed coffin
(the head of the coin being in the direction of the
high altar, in token of the distinguished ecclesiasti-
cal dignity of the deceased)—lying there, we say,
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conspicuously upon either side.

The Burial of the Archbishop.
Slowly in procession tread,
Darkness in the light of day,
Towards the regions of the dead,
Towards the charnels of decay.
Priest and deacon, turn by turn,
Chant the low funereal rites,
While the gleaming censers burn,
Lightly swung by th' acholytes.
Let the wail of anguish rise
As from sullen shades below,
Till distil from sadden'd eyes,
Blinding tears of solemn woe.
Echo all the crypts around,
Even every crevice dim,.
With a sweet but awful sound—
Sorrow's agonising hymn.
Tuba minim spargens sonum,—
'Round the vaulted chambers ring,
Per sepulchra regionum,
Where the silent dead we bring,
Coget omnes ante thronum,—
Sorrowfully murmuring.
- Slower each attendant move,
. Surplic'd child and cowled man,
With the griefs that all behove,
Clerk, and monk, and sacristan.
Draw the coffin from its pall,
Lay it in its place appointed,
While we linger, one and all,
Weeping for the Lord's anointed.
Lower down with creaking ropes
Thro' the earth, so dank and cold,
The casket of abandon'd hopes—
Purple velvet clamp'd with gold.
Scatter'd o'er the buried Great,
Hark! the clattering mould hath
Dully dropp'd with leaden weight
On the hollow-sounding lid.
Have we not old recollections
Worthy of unfading love,
Wafting all this world'ss affecti 3ns
To the radiant realms above ?
Here before our feet he lies,
He the teacher of our youth,
Now translated to the skies
By the Living God of Truth.
You remember all the joy
Of his pure, unsullied soul
When he left this life's alloy,
Passing thro' the golden goal—
Passing thro' that goal mole splendid
Than the dawn-empurpled east,
When within his heart were blended
All the graces of the Priest :
Gnat:led from the grasp of schism
By his mind's sublime belief ;
Sanctified by sacred chrism ;
Chosen by the Church, her Chief.
Then the tonsure, while it shed
Glory like the radiant morn's,
Symbol'd on his shaven head
Calv'ry's awful crown of thorns.
Then the amice he would drag
O'er his neck with aspect meek,
As they muffled with a rag
Him they smote upon the cheek.
O'er his scanty cassock fell,
Floating down, an alb like snow,
As in Herod's time befell
To the Human-God of woe.
'Round his loins a girdle wound,
He, to each adoring soul,
Like the Holy One when bound,
Stood in maniple and stole.
Over all, the gorgeous silk
Of the outer vestment roll'd
Red like blood, or white as milk,
Stiff with 'broideries of gold—
The rich chasuble he bore,
As an emblem in our creed
Of the purple robe He wore
When they arm'd Him with the reed.
Then an antidote for malice
And all earthly ills ho brought,
In the gem-encrusted chalice
And the paten thinly wrought.
With our sympathetic sighs
Did the stately pageant pass,
To uplift the sacrifice
In the rapture of the mass.
Clouds from thuribles arose,
While with ardour every voice
Peal'd the harmony that flows
When assembled souls rejoice.
But, above the fumes around,
O'er the melodies of air,
Rose the fragrance and the sound
Of the supplicative prayer.
Oh, what glory seem'd to glow
On his solemn features then—
Like the aureole o'er the brow
Of some sainted martyr—when
His anointed hand reveal'd,
O'er the bended heads of most,
All the love that lay conceal'd
In the consecrated host ;
Or, when benedictions came
From the ray'd Remonstrance, while
Each beam glimmer'd like the flame
Of the dread Redeemer's smile.
Yet, alas ! for ever mute
In the solemn hush of death,
Low he lies whose moral fruit
Ripely dropp'd with his last breath ;
Low he slumbers to his knell, late
Teaching truths with honey'd lips ;
Low he lies, the Prince, the Prelate,
Shadow'd by the grave's eclipse.
Brothers, let us cease our sorrrow ;
Draw from misery relief,
And the salt of solace borrow
From the briny dews of grief.
Staunching weepings of the brain—
Eye to heaven and knee to sod—
Turn consoled to life again,
Leaving him alone with God.

Conspicuously noticeable at the extremity of this
pall fronting the assembled congregation, was the
embroidered escutcheon of the Cardinal Archbishop
with its very striking moto—Ontnia pro Christo.
The church was almost completely darkened—the
windows being concealed with black hangings, and
the interior lighted solely by the gas chandeliers
and the wax tapers around the catafalque, saving
alone where the daylight streamed from above on
the large picturesque representation of the Cruci-
fixion forming the altar-piece of the pro-Cathedral.
Some three or four hundred priests, from all
parts of England, Ireland, and Scotland,
crowded the sanctuary in a dense mass—dis-
tinguishable in their ecclesiastical character by
their cassocks, surplices, and doctorial hats
The music was throughout the simple Gregorian
chant. The mass beginning, as a matter of course,
with the " Kyrie Eleison." After the chanting of
the Epistle bythe Sub-Deacon, the sublime, Hymn of
the " Dies Irx " was intoned most affectingly in
alternate solo and full chorus—that matchless hymn
of grief, the mere reading of which dissolved into tears
the voice of our great Protestant moralist, Dr Johnson.
From the darkness prevailing within the building
it was difficult to recognise the throng of notabi-

lities there collected together in honour to the me-
mory of the deceased prelate. The ambassadors'
tribune was very fully attended—the Count Ap-
ponyi, the Austrian Ambassador, and the Prince de
la Tour d'Auvergne being distinguishable among
their diplomatic associates. The congregation con-
sisted of males and females in almost equal numbers.
It was not until close upon twelve o'clock that the
Right Rev. Monseignor Manning ascended the
pulpit, from which he preached a most impressive
and eloquent sermon (of an hour and twenty
minutes duration) to a congregation listening to him
in breathless silence and streaming eyes.
The procession started from Moorfields at about
half-past two, in the following order :

Horsemen to clear the way.
Three mourning coaches and four, with deputations from

religious confraternities, in their habit.
Mourning coach and pair, with archiepiscopal cross,
acolytes, and master of ceremonies. •
Fifty mourning coaches and four, with the clergy in

surplices.
Its'r CARRIAGE.
Rev. Canon John Walker.

Rev. Dr. Russell, of Maynooth College.
Very Rev. Canon Edward Hearn, D.D., tho Cardinal's
Vicar-General.

SECOND CARRIAGE.
Rev. Canon John Morris, of Spanish-place.
Rev. Canon Frederick Oakeley, of St. John's, Duncan-
terrace.
Veryßev. Monsignore Canon Francis Searle, the Cardinal's
Secretary.
Rev. Canon William Weathers, of St. Edmund's College,
Old Hall Green.

THIRD CARRIAGE.
Very Rev. Canon James O'Neal, Vicar-General,
Rev. Canon George Last, of Ingatestone Hall.
Rev. Canon William Hunt, of Spanish-place.
Rev. Canon John Maguire, of Manchester-square.
- - FOURTH CARRIAGE.
_

.....
Right Rev. Monsig
minster. nor© Manning, C. Provost of West-
Right Rev. Robert Cornthwaite, C. Bishop of Beverley.
Right Rev. Francis Kerril Amherst, C. Bishop of North-

ampton.
Right Rev. and Hon. William Clifford, C. Bishop of Clifton.

FIPTH CARRIAGE.
Right Rev. William Vaughan, C. Bishop of Plymouth.
Right Rev. Alexander Goss, C. Bishop of Liverpool.
Right Rev. Richd. Butler Roskell, C. Bishop of Nottingham.
Right Rev. James Brown, C. Bishop of Shrewsbury.

S CARRIAGE.
Right Rev. William Turner, C. Bishop of Salford.
Right Rev. Thomas Grant, C. Bishop of Southwark.
Right Rev. William Bernard Ullathorne, C. Bishop of Bir-

mingham.
Right Rev. Thomas Joseph Brown, C. Bishop of Menevia
and Newport.

SEVENTH CARRIAGE.

Right Rev. William Bernard Allen Collier, Bishop of
Drusipara.
Right Rev. William Wareing, Bishop of Retimo.
Right Rev. William Placid Morris, Bishop of Troy.
Most Rev. Paul Cullen, C. Archbishop of Dublin.
Carriage and four, with the cardinal's hat on a cushion of
cloth of gold, borne by Monsignore Boone (private
chamberlain to the Pope), supported by Sir
George Bowyer (knight of Malta), and
Mr. Waterton (Papal chamberlain).
THE BODY,
Covered with a pall of cloth of gold, on a car drawn
by six horses.

Twelve :Attendants,' with Crape Armlets, and Cardinal's
Monogram on Medallion.

Relatives, Executors, Medical Men, and Solicitors, in Three
Mourning Coaches and Four.
FIRST CARRIAGE.

Rev. W. Burke, Mr. Burke, Justice Shee, and Mr. N
Wiseman.
SECOND CARRIAGE.

Monsignor Thompson, Mr. Bagshawe, Dr. Munk, and Mr
C. Hawkins.
THIRD CARRIAGE.
Mr. Tegart, M♦ Tegart, jun., Mr. Harting, and Mr.
Bagshawe.

Mourning Coach and Four, containing Mr. Newman and
Mr. Roper, of the Cardinal's Household.
Cardinal's Private Carriage.
Queen Amelie's Carriage.
Ambassadors' Carriages.
Private Carriages.

The whole arrangements of the funeral were
entrusted to Mr. James Taylor, of Lower Seymour-
street, Portman-square, in conjunction with Messrs.
Garstin and Co., of Welbeck-street, who supplied
the fittings and furnishings.
Upon leaving the Pro-Cathedral at Moorfields,
the procession—having at last been formed with
great difficulty in consequence of the immense
concourse both of carriages and footpassengers—

proceeded along the City-road, down Pentonville-
hill, through Euston-square and Marylebone, along
the Edgware-road and Harrow-road to Kensal-
green. Here, at the gateway of the Kensal-green
Cemetery, the numerous mourning coaches and
carriages discharged their occupants—no vehicle
whatever being admitted within the boundaries—
the whole of the immense procession passing on foot
by a covered way, constructed expressly _ for the
occasion, from the principal entrance up to the very
grave set apart for the reception of the remains of
his Eminence. This henceforth noteable spot of
earth being in the centre of the Roman Catholic
portion of Kensal-gr. een, the portion known as St.
Mary's Catholic Cemetery.

As being wonderfully appropriate to the occasion,
we extract tha following lines from a book of Poems
published some time since by the Messrs. Long-
mans :

THE REMOVAL OF THE CARDINAL'S REMAINS
FROM YORK PLACE.---Very quietly, and with total
absence of ceremonial observances, the body of Car-
dinal Wiseman was removed from the house he had
lately inhabited, in York-place, to the Chapel of
St. Mary, in Moorfields, where it will rest until the
funeral to-morrow. A crowd, principally composed
of the humbler class of Roman Catholic communi-
cants, had gathered before the door as early as three
o'clock in the afternoon, expecting that the removal
of the corpse would take place some time that even-
ing, and perhaps early. It was nearly half-past
eleven, however, before the plain hearse, drawn by
four homes, moved from the door, and midnight
had struck when the sad burden was deposited in
the body of the chapel. Encased in a leaden coffin,
the remains of the lamented cardinal—lament.ed,
sincerely and affectionately, we may say, by the
poor mourners, who stood in the cold rain near his
doorstep, and who spoke in low voices and with
team upon their cheeks when he was at last borne
forth—reposed in the centre of
.the darkened draw-
ing-room till the arrival of the undertakers and
their assistants. The great waxen torches had burnt
down into mere clots, and one or two had flickered
quite out, leaving only a light which, being cer-
tainly " dim," may not unfitly be also spoken of as
"religious." A female domestic watched, and
sometimes knelt and prayed, by a chair a little re-
moved from the bier ; and as the priests in attend-
ance entered the room they also knelt, but closer to
the leaden coffin, on which a bunch of white and red
camellias had been placed. One face, that of Dr.
Searle, the Roman Catholic canon, who was so fre-
quently the companion in public of the cardinal—
and who is almost as familiar to the sight of persons
admitted to the private views of the Royal Academy
—was noticeable as., on his entering the chamber of
death, he turned his keen grey eyes sternly and
almost forbiddingly on the little knot of under-
takers' men who stood in the vestibule, waiting to
carry the leaden coffin down the stairs, and place it
within the oaken one which stood in the entrance
hall ready to receive it.—Morning Paper.

LOCAL TAXATION.—A return by the Home-office
made to Parliament, as ordered by the Local Taxation Re-
turns Act, shows that the total amount of local taxation
borne by the country in 1863, so far as it has been returned,
£16,646,125. The return is necessarily incomplete,
but it is believed the sum stated is not far short of the exact
total. The largest item is the poor rate (including the
county and police rate), amounting to £9,174,976.