Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1866-10-27
;!sOmN VAN RUmEN.
Imposing FuneraI services lin New



The chance spectator who stood ypster-
day, between the hours of ten aud eleven
| o'ciOckI at the point OF, Broadway where
that magnificent, thOrlughfage takes o
curve, and discloses Tenth street with the
high-towering and graceful spife of Grace
Church. would have noticed score or
more of carriages bearing the~c crests and
arms Of that class which are, supposed to
comprise in its elements the elite and re-
fnement of the'clty of New York.1 L66k-
ing fur her toward the Gothic and highly
ornamented porch, he would also have no.
ticed a number Of gentlemen black hated,
and attired in the somber garments worn
by those who mourn for friend lately de-
parted A few minutes elapse, and tres
sci is carried into the church. with black
velvet pail overhanging all that is left of d
scholar, a wit,orator and king of sueiety.
1t is the poor decaying flesh of the Beaut
maTrhais of his time, John Van Buren, the
proud ruler of social lie, The witty ofacle
of party, he, the son of former Picsi-
dent of the great Republic, who once
clasped the hand of Ehgland's young
Queen in the maZes of the dance. now. Iya
| ing in the porch of Grace Church awaiting
the burial services administered to the
dead. '5IlSi ~
ThrOugh7the church and up the broad
| aisle the shell is borne amid the chanting,
of the white-robed and solemn ministers.
al am the resurrection and the life. saith
the Lord; and he who believeth in-,mfs
| though he were dead, yet shall he live and
whosOevcr liveth and believeth In me, Shall
never die" The body is placed in the
transept, and the choir bursts forth ip a
sad, waling stream OF mourhiul melody:
81 know that my Redeemer livtth, audI
that he shall stand at the latter day upon
the earth. And though after my skin,
worms destroy this body, yetin my fish
| will see God, whom Il shall see tor my
SELF and mine eyes shall behold, and not,
another" Looking up the Yanlted dome,
and then down on the grained walls, with
the warm tinting OF the stained glass, the
spectator may well ask, as the music sounds
dreamilv il he is not in a I}encdictine alb
hey or medieval cloister. The gOllen sIa-p
| light pours in Il superabundant flood
through thespcndid altar piece, through
chancel, nave and transept, gliding the
pillars, capital and base, and rejecting II
thousand gorgeous hues and ttnts, purple
and gold, azure and sable, amethyst, am
Der, violet aud emerald. rF.- .t.lfr.I
The interior of the church is Overlooking,
with spectators, and all the celebrated men
in art Oratory, legal acrumen. journalism,
all the refinement aud cultuj0 of New
| York are here to-day to reverence the dead
and pay the hOmpagc tNa lost associate. AS
the pail-bearers and friends of the deceased
marchup the aisle, crDwdng that capAciOuS
| Ou'lcl the pOrtly form of Gov. Kembc the
massive bead of james I. Brady. the re-
iiued and gentlrmanly features of >. l.. NJ.
Rallow, the Keen dark eyes and suave ap-
pearanCe of lIurlbut, the journalist, are no.
tlceable, and attract attentions. 81, Here is
NJ nCon Marble, the Young and tlShiOnable,'
with the tottering and venerable Gulian G.
Verplanck; fine atsDearean scholar;
but now in this eighth decade, leaning on,
the arm of Marble, and following in his
wake Clarence Seward. sOnOf the premier;
A. Il. Stewart the merchant prince, with
his aspect of Scotch keeHnees; bluff old
Farragut; the keen parchment face of S.r
j. Tilden; My Lord Thurlow;" August
Belmont, the capitalist; Commodore Ring
| gold and George Ticknor Curtis, full of
constitutional lore. The relatives of the
dead man follow, sad and detected, in deep
mourning, amOlg them the daughter of
the deceased, who was present at hisdeath- p
bed, and Mr.. Abraham Van Buren, brother
of the deceased. The anthem is sung, be-
ginning with the lines, Lord let me know
my end, and the number of, my days, that,
Imsy becertitied how long 1 fhave to live"
"Glory be to the Father, the Son, and thej
Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning
is now, and ever shall be, world without
enu Amen
The Rev. Dr. Morgan then read the les-i>
son from the 18th chapter of Corinthians:
'NOw Christ is risen from the dead, and be-
come the first fruits of them that slept"-I
The funeral sermon was then preached by
the Rev. DR.. Morgan. 40. ;,......,,.7.
The remains were then figuratively COM
mitted to the dust in the Words of the Epis-
cOpal ritual. ''Man that is born of a woman
hath but a short time to live and is full Of
misery" Then followed another prayer,
and then the choir sung, II heard a voice
from heaven, saying unto me, Write from
hencefOrth blessed are the dead who die in
the Lord; even so saith the Spirit, for they
rest from their labOtS." The solemn and !
/ appropriate words of the Revelations were,
chanted with imposing effect. The Lords
prayer was then chanted, and after this SER
vice coneluded, the church was emptiad
and silent, leaving only the sOrrowing rel-
atives to mourn over the inauimate dust Of
| John Van Buren,. '' afshtt' 19t
! The coffin bore the inscription: "John
j Van Buren,, born Feb. Is, 1910. Died Oct
lI IL, 1866" The remains were taken last
i evening to Albany for intermeht in The Ru-
raj cemetery, to rest by the wife of the de-
ceased, who died in giYing birth to Mr..
| Van Buren's only daughter.
| TpidilE0 A-aauii--ll--A L :. .'l'I Ii.tt fitl
! The following storyof d New York broJ'
4 ker shows something of Charles Lamb'Sl
i delicate humor, The broker, who, like