Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1863-11-26

York, was also present. and made pa
triotic speech in presenting standard
to one of his regiments.
Marshal Lamon, of the District of
Columbia, and his special Aides, and
many of the Assistant Marshals appoin-
ted by the Governors of the different
States, had previously arrived.
The Procession.
At an early hour on Thursday morn
ing the streets of Gettysburg were
thronged with the gathering thousands.
AT nine O'Clock the military portion of
the procession began to assemble on
Carlisle street, north CT the public square
and the civic portion on York street.
From tall flag staff in the centre of the
square, and on all the public buildings
and private houses, the national ensign
was displayed at half-mast, and soon the
mournful booming of the minute guns
smote upon the ear, impartiDg to the
otherwise joyous features of the occasion
touch of sadness that led the thought
full to realize that as nation we must
sorrow whilst we rejoice for the great
deliverance here achieved through the
glorious success vouchsafed to our arms
by the blessing of a merciful Provi-
| dcnce.
AT ten o'clock the procession COM
menced moving over the route designa-
ted toward the Cemetery, according to
the program me published in the Intelli-
gencer on Tuesday last.
The military portion of the procession
was headed bJa squadron of cavalry,
followed by Major General Couch and
Staff.
The Fifth New York Artillery Regi-
ment from Baltimore, with their fine
battery, were next in line, presenting
splendid appearance.
Gen Schenck and Staff were also pres
ent Next came the Marshal n-Chief,
Ward II Lamon, Esq, and his numcr-
Gus staff and Aides wearing yellow and
white scarfs, with tri-colored resets on
the breast, and black and white sLoul-
der knots
Next came the President of the Uni
ted States, and Secretaries Seward, Usher
and Blair, all finely mounted
The remainder of the procession was
chiefly composed of various civic bod
les.
The head of the procession reached
the platform erected in the centre of the
cemetery quarter before noon, and when
all the different bodies had assumed their
respective positions around the platform
B. b. French, Esq, one Of the Chief
Marshal's Aides, gave the signal and
the solemn ceremonies were commenced
10y the performance Of funeral degree
by the band
A most impressive prayer was offered
by Rev. Thomas II. Stockton, Chaplain
of the House of Representatives, during
VIII CHI the most profound silence prevail
ed and very many were affected to tears
The touching pathos of the venerable
divine, the occasion, and the scene pre-
scented, was at once most affecting, anc
not few eyes not accustomed to weep
were bathed in tears. The President
evidently felt deeply, and, with the ven
cradle statesman and patriot, Hon. Ed
ward Everett, who was by his side, made
no effort TO hide his emotion.
The scene was grand and imposing
one. The battle field lay like panorama
III full view. aud the heroism there uis-
played on the opening of July seemed to
be re-enacted in the imaginations of the
beholders. The surrounding troops, the
vast concourse, and the insignia of
nations mourning made up the scene
that can never be forgotten by those
who were present.
At the conclusion of the prayer the
band appropriately performed the grad
old hymn of Luther. cod Hundred
Hon b. b French now introduced
the Hon Edward Everett. who advanced
to the front of the platform and pro-
nounced an eloquent Grafton.
When Mr.. Everett had concluded the
following Hymn, composed by Hon. B
b. French, was sung with excellent eff
feet by the Baltimore G lee Club:
.., This holy ground
This spot, where, in their graves,
We place cur Country's braves,
Who fell in Freedoms holy cause,
Fighting for Liberties and Laws.
Let tears abound.
Here let them rest
and summers heat and winters cold
Shall g. w and freeze above this mold;
Il thousand years shall pass away;
A Nation still shall mourn this clay,
Which now is best
Here, where they fell,
OFT shall the widows tear be shed,
OFT shall found parents mourn their dead
The orphan here shall kneel and we p,
| And maldens, where their lovers sleep,
Their woes shall tell.
! Great God in Heaven
| Shall all this sacred blood be shed
Shall we thus mourn our glorious dead,
| Oh shall the end be wrath and woe,
| The knell of Freedoms overthrow
Country riven?
1t will not be!
We trust OH God tby or acious mower