Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1859-09-28

worth Joyous because he meets grim Death so
brayely: consoling to hear such eulogies upon the
good and the true; and solemn, to hear such nooie
advice coming from the verge Of the tomb.
By this time it was near twelve o'clock. he was
exhausted. But knowing that other friends were
waiting, and some (his elder son among them) were
expeccd on the afternoon train he said Now let
ME rest little while Perhaps may gather more more
strength and see them all by-and-by." Soon after
this enc who had formerly been professor with
him in the college, arrived at the door, and asked OF
Mrs Mann permission to speak with him. Mr:
Mann REPLIED. Not now, | will rest while, and
then he may come and see me-" For nearly five
hours after this he remained speeches.. His coun-
tel,ance was tranquil thouch pale as the moonbeam.
Perhaps recollection cullng choice flowers from
the garden of the past. And we think So because
bright shadows passed over his face and joy seemed
to tighten his brow. A sweet smile played upon MS
lip And when his eyes opened, there was that
mild angelic glow of conscious innocence III them,
which recalls to mind own ideals OF the chosen
just.
But the last sun, for him, was declining in the
west. The last hours were wearing away. Inc last
sands were dropping from the dial. The dark Hood
was near at hand, and the ferryman was coming
His snowy sails arc cleaning on the misty waves,
AMI he will soon bear a bright spirit beyond the
glowing billow. The sleeper turns quietly o,e; his
lips move; that same sweet voice is heard family,
and ior the last time and these are the words it
speaks: snow, l will bid you all good night. =
Soon the shades of the dark fnod passed over his
brow; the last breath was drawn; and that great
heart forever ceased its beating. The pale ferry
man. standing upon the PROV of the mystic boat, re-
cevcd the departing spirit, and bore it away over
the food to the faraway shore. Horace Mann is
among the bright ones in the land of rest. We
shall see him no more His voice is silent the
past 1t can thrill our dull pulses never again.
Gone, gone, gone! Peacc-etcrnal peace-to his
noble Shade
But his words will live as long as words may have
Gaming His thoughts will live while civilization
lives. And his heroic and generous acts will be re-
mcnbcrcd as long heroism and generosity shall
have lover and friend.
; Two days after his death he was buried in the
College grounds One hundred Of the students
came to take last look upon the face of him they
loved and cherished. 1t was rainy day. The stu
dents in mourning. The College was dressed
in mourning. And nature seemed to mourn in COM
mon with us all, for her most obedicnt son. A hymn
was sung by the College choir; prayer was made
ny Rev. Fl. r. Nye; a few remarks hastily written,
we're read by Rev. Ely Fay, and then he was carried
his grave and covered over with unfeelins earth.
liz funeral will I've preached when the students shall
I've returned. Perhaps he will be diSnterred, by
i I'd by, and re-burcd in his own marble tomb with
: is former wife. As yet she rests alone, in Prov
:cncc. Rhode Island. The students of Antioch
ILL., sometime. build his monument. Let that
,onumcnt be firm his principles were, lofty as
is principles and aims and beautiful as the example
&c has left behind him.
W. G. SIIERWIN