The daily Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1841-1845, 1845-04-17
From the Albany DDiIy CihEGn, Of Saturday.
FUNERAL SOLEMNITIES.

From the Albany DDiIy Cidstn, Of Saturday.
FUNERAL soLEMNITIES.
The last solemn rites that the living pay to the
dead, were rendered yesterday morning in Dr.
Spragues church. to the feless bodies of four of the
victims OF the terrible disaster near Athens-yiz
Misses Ann and Lucinda Wood, MIR. VIM. Dayh
and Miss Torrey of the western part of this state
The two first mentioned, members of the I'd
Presbyterian congregation the third the son Of
Of its Oldest officers, and until within the last
years resident of the city and the fourth the
body Of lady who was on har way home 10 New
York, and who on Monday evening left this city in
the Swallow. She was brought here Yesterday morn
ing and TAKEN with the other three 10 the church
at the time Of the service, and carried with them, TO
the grave.
Long before the appointed hour, the church was
crowded TO its utmost capasity-eyen to the pulpit
stairs. At few minutes past ii O'Clock, the clergy
men took their places, and the services commenced
Solemn and impressive the scene that presented
itself In front Of the pulpit were placed the four
collins, surrounded by concourse of heart-slricken
mourners, and the pail bearers. Beyond these, were
the friends Of the departed ones, and still
beyond these, we're hundreds of sympathzing spec
tators. Vast as was the congregation, yet IT was
hushed to silence by the occasion, the sight which all
eyes beheld, and the associations which were natu
rally called up in every heart cspabs Of feeling with
the afflicted, and apprecating the character OF the
solemnities.
The services commenced with the reading of the
following Psalm, by the Rev. DR.. Sprsguc
PSALM &c
I. Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all
generations.
2. Before the mountains brought forth, or ever
thou hads formed the earth and the world from
everlasting TO everlasting thou art God
J. Thou turnest to destruction and sayest,
Return, ye children of men.
For q thousand years in thy sight are but yes
terdaV VIII IL ,s paaf and az a watch in he piybt
s. Thou earliest them away as with flood; they
asleep; in the morning they are like the grass
which groweth up.
6. 10 the morning it Aourisheth, and groweth up
in the evening it is cut down and withereth.
7. For consumed by thine anger and by
thy wrath we are troubled.
g. Thou has set our iniquites before thee, our Sc
cret sins in the light Of thy countenanre.
9. For all our days are past away in thy wrath ::
we speed our years as tale that is told.
10 The days Of our years are three score years
and ten and il by reason of strength they be four
score years. yet is their strength labor and sorrow
for it is cut off, and we fly away.
H. Who knoweth the power of thine anger even
according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.
l2 So teach us to number our days, that we may
apply our hearts unto wisdom.
l3 Return, o Lord, how long and let it repent
thee concerning thy servants.
IA. o satisfy early with thy mercy that we
may rejoice and be glad all our days.
VI
thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have
seen evil.
IG Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and
thy glory upon their children:
IT, And let the beauty of the Lord our God be
upon us and establish thou the work of our hands
upon US yea the work Of our hands establish thou it,
Then the following was sung by the choir:
Thou ART gone TO the grave, but we will not depore
thee l4
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb,
The Saviour has passed through its portals before
thee,
And the lamp Of his love is thy guide, through the
gloom.
Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side
But the wide arms Of mercy spread 10 enfod thee
And sinners may hope, since the sinless has died
Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansions forsak
Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt fingered long
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy
waking,
And the song that thou heardst was the seraphim's
song
Thou art gone to the grave, but twere wrong to de-
plore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide
He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore
thee,
A most impressive and appropriate prayer was
then offered up TO the Throne of Divine Grace BY
Dr. Sprague, when the following Hymn was sung
Unveil ,hy bosom faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure TO thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,
To slumber in the dust.
Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds--no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch his soft repose.
SO Jesus slept, Gods dying Son,
Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed
Rest here, best saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Break from his throne iustrious morn,
Attend, o earth, his sovereign world;
Restore thy trust--a glorious form
Shall then arise TO meet the Lord.
kwhen the Hymn was concluded, DR.. sprague dc
k.red one Of the most impressive funeral discourse
have ever listened TO. The affecting event tina
u sent so many to the grave, wrung so many heart
IN grief and called the multitude together, whom
addressed 10 the presence OF the coftned dead
3fpme OF the victims Of that occurrence, wa. dwell
}upon with touching eloquence, and with powe