Weekly national intelligencer., 1850-07-20

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large body of Clergymen of all denominations.
| All being seated, under the well-conceived in.
structions of the Marshal Of the District, by Aids
who performed their office with prompt attention
and noiseless tread, an amateur choir from several
churches, under the direction of Professor Bertyn,
sang, in solemn cadence, the anthem:
81 heard voice from Heaven saying, write. write from
henceoh blessed the dead which die in the Lord for
they rest from their abors. Amen
The Ritual of the Church, I" Lord let me know
my end,'' was impressively read by the Rev. Mr..
PYNE, the responses being given by the Rev. G. b.
BUTLER, in which other clergy and laymen joined.
The latter gentleman then read portion of the
fifteenth chapter of St. Pauls First EPstle to the
Corinthians: But now is Christ risen," &c.
The Rev. Mr.. PYNE then delivered Discourse
adapted 10 the occasion, characterized by that
earnest devotion to his sacred office which must
have been remarked in him by any one who has ever
heard him in the course Of which he did justice to
the high personal qualities ofthe edeceased-ndepen-
IDENTIFY Of his military civil services, however great
such as his perfect integrity, conscientiousness
uthfulness, love of justice, discharge of duty under
all circumstances, and at all times-preferring his
own convictions of right to any transient popularity,
which had secured to him the great hold which he
had upon the confidence aud the affections of the
People. These principles the Reverend gentle
man evidently conceived had influenced the whole
course of action of the llusrious Dead to such an
extent that as far as is possible for merely mortal
man, he acted as man should do were he expect
ing at any moment to be called to his last account.
The practical duty which it appeared to be mainly
the object ofhs discourse to inculcate upon each of
his hearers, was, so to live from day to day to
be ready at any time to "go to his last account
The benediction closed the Funeral Services at
this place, and the body was removed to the car
rage prepared for it in the order of procession, the
infant Eberbachs mingling their sweet voices with
the measured tread of the marines, who bore the
body to the car, as they sang ~.
His iumphs o'er-he's gone to his rest
To the throne of his Maker, the home Of the blest.
How peaceful and calm he rests on the bier!
Each heart droops in sadness, each eye sheds tear
The hero, the statesman, bis journey is done,
All his cares now over, his last battle won;
Now sweetly he rests from his and fears,
And leaves proud nation in sadness and tears
THE MILITARY ,HONoRs AND PROCESSION.
the Presidential Mansion closed and soon after,
the procession began to move. We enjoyed IA
vorable post for observation, having fair view of
both the civic and the military portions of it and
the impression was that of solemnity every way
worthy of the occasion. How the troops may
have borne the criticism of an experienced military
eye, we pretend not 10 know to US, certainly they
appeared well-trained and soldierly in their move-
ment, and neat tasteful, and striking in their many
different and contrasting uniforms. They were
drawn up in line on the avenue, fronting the
Presidential Mansion, with their officers posted in
military order; and, when the Funeral Car made
its appearance, it was received with the highest mill
tary honors amid solemn sounds of martial music
The mingling dirges filled the air, and seemed i'm
pressively to chant to each other the poets immor-
tai strain, ..... ".~
t'The paths of glory lead but to the grave"
The Catgfalque, or moving bier, which bore the
mortal remains of the late President, was drawn by
eight white horses, splendidly caparisoned, each
led by an attendant groom in white turban and cor
responding dress. The car, large and elevated,
covered with black, and hung round with festoons
Of white silk, was surmounted by canopy, above
which was seen the American Eagle, deeply shroud.
ed, in fact almost hidden, in black Grape. The
coffin occupied conspicuous position, and was
fully exposed to view. But all eyes were drawn
even from this solemn sight to one still more cal
culated to touch the feelings of promiscuous as.
semblage; it was the Generals favorite horse, the
far-famed 6 Old Whitey," so we'll known to every
soldier who served under the brave old man through
the perilous and glorious Mexican campaigns. He
is well-made animal, Of some fifteen and half
hands in height, in fine condition, and, as it SEEM
ed, with military air. On the saddle were the
holsters and inverted spurs. Poor fellow he step.
ped proudly; but how would his pride have been
quelled, could he have known that he now accom-.
panied, his beloved master for the last time Yes,
Whitey! you are surrounded by soldiers, as you
were wont to be the cannon thunder in your ear :;
that is familiar sound and near you is he whose
heart never quailed and whose sword was never
turned back from the fight; but, alas he has met,
at last, foe he could not conquer, and the hand
that SO often patted your neck and reached you
morning token of his loving care, is cold in death,
and will caress you no more!
The Military Escort was closed by Major Gene
raj ScoTT and his Staff. The noble and command
ing figure of the General-in- Chief, mounted on a
spirited horse, and shadowed by the towering plume
of yellow feathers which marks his rank, present