Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1866-06-29
The Funeral of Gen. Cass.

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detailed account of the imposing cere-
monies at the funeral of Gen. Cass, on
the 20th inst. Detroit was draped in
mourning, the hum of business was
hushed, and the citizens moved in silent
solemnity under the black folds that fes-
tooned the streets in every direction.
The city he had loved so long seems to
have testified its sorrow for the great
citizen by every observance which could
be suggested by real feeling Of bereav-
ment and profound veneration for the
departed patriot Is
During the funeral ceremonies, Gene
raj Cass' favorite hymn was sung:
!" The soul that on J esus has leaned for reposc
He will not, He cannot desert to his foes;
That SOUL though all hell should endeayor to
. shake.
He'll never. no. never. no, never forsake
From the funeral sermon Of Rev Dr.
Dufield we find this statement as to
5 GEN. cAss' RELIGIOUS PATH.
!, 1t gives me pleasure to be able to say
from subsequent conversations, that he
trusted not in his blameless life, or deeds
Of righteousness Of his own; that he be-
-iieved in the Deity and atonement Of
Jesus Christ, and the reality and neces-
sity of change Of heart by the spirit Of
God and that he accepted and was sat
isfied with the atoning blood of Jesus as
the means of reconciliation to God. he
gave unmistakable proofs to his friends
that he loved the people of God, and sae
cause of Christ and in the moments
when suffering great pain of body, he
-, boa~1 h., attanda nfo mot known m
be present, uttering the language Of faith
and love in tones of filisl endearment,
in his prayerful appeals. Father, take
me home; dear Jesus, help me.
Bishop McCoskry pronounced the
blessing, and the corpse was borne from
the church, while the choir sang the fol-
lowing requiem, composed expressly for
the occasion
Breathe mournful music round
In cypress wreathe your melancholy lyres,
And as ye sweep them, yield the quiv ring wires.
Tc sorrows gushing sound,
Shadow your brows and weep.
Shadow your krows and weepi
A patriots race Is run, his labor Ger;
In daily life he'll meet us here no morei
Laid in his marble sleep,
~ Shadow your brows and weep
He's pass'd within the veil
And stricken hearts in sorrow 'er him bent,
His loss deplore in sad and long lament.
Shadow your brows and weep.
Then bear him to his bed
In the vale where, in the summer hours,
He used TO wander, musing mid the flowers.
Shadow your brows and weep.
There rest, worn statesman. rest
Mhs thy slhd Rt reed IRON ios ana leSlS
Forever, ever blest.
Shadow your brows and weep
TUE cAsKET.
The coffin which contained the mortal
remains of the illustrious deceased was OF
regal magni6cence. 1t was made in
casket form, the cover beiLg clothed with
the richest black silk velvet, with a
drapery Of the same material hanging
over the side, edged with heavy silver
fringe. The sides Of the casket were
covered with heavy black broadcloth,
with velvet caps, presenting deep con-
trast to the rich surroundings The
base, corner, and crown moulding were
all of massive silver, while eight solid
silver handles were affixed to the sides
and ends A silver plate, enclosed in
wreath Of evergreens, and bearing the
following simple inscription, was placed
on the cover, at the base OF beautifully
arranged cross Of living flowers
LErra CAss.
Born September 9. ls82,
Died June II. 1855.
cERrNoSfEs AT THE RESIDENCE.
Shortly before o'clock the vicinity
Of the Generals late residence was
densely crowded with spectators; but,
owing 70 the well arranged programme
Of the police, no inconvenience was ex-
perienced, aud solemn religious services