The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1869-12-03

choir; and as the leading boys appeared
inside the screen, every one rose from theil
seats to do honor-such honor as was still
possible-to the remains Of the great, GOOD
man whom they had come to honor. Slowly
very slowly, passed the mournful procession
Choristers and choir boys filed off on eithel
hand, still singing, as they went, those me
lodious but melancholy strains which arc
half pleasure and half pain; pleasant fol-
the assurances which they suggest, and
painful-to some how painful-for the
memories which they arouse. An undertake.
feathers which might well have been left
outside, and then came the coffin, borne
upon the shoulders of eight bearers. 1t
was covered with rich back velvet pail,
and on the top rested large cross, formed
of white camelias. 1t was at once placed
upon the bier, the mourners took their
places on the seats on either hand, and the
funeral service was proceeded with. The
Goth psalm was chanted by the choir, ac-
companied by the organ, and the Archdea-
con of Westminster read the lesson. Then
the procession was reformed, and the coffin,
with its sacred contents, was borne through
the choir and down the nave to the grave
Sir. G. Lampson, Mr. G. Reed and Mr.
Motley took their places at the head of the
grave, the Lord Mayor and sheriffs whose
scarlet gowns presented singular contrast
to the sad colored garments Of all around
them, and the white SUPPLIES of the Choir
listers, who occupied a platform behind
them-were on its north side, and Mr..
Gladstone and Lord Clarendon stood be-
tween these two groups and close to the
reading desk prepared for the Sub-Dean.-
The portions of the burial service appoin-
ted to be read at the grave side were deliv-
cred by the Rev. Lord j. Thyme with APP
propriate and touching emphasis, and the
musical pieces, selected from the works of
Croft and Purcell, were admirably perform
ed by the choir. They were "Thou know
est, Lord" (CroftD ''In the midst of Life"
Purcell) and 81 heard voice from Heav-
en-" (Croft) When the Sub-Deacon reach
ed those impressive and cruel-seeming
words, Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust
to dust, ," a handful of mould was thrown
into the grave and rattlcd.upon the cloth
covered lid of the coffin and the silver nails
which adorned it, with that terrible but
indescribable sound which they who have
once heard can never forget, and which
but for the reassuring words which follow
would seem to typify the shutting out of all
hope of future reunion between the living
and the dead. The finale was from Handel.
His body was buried il peace,
But his name liyeth eyermore.
When this had been sung by the choir, the
Sub-Dean pronounced the benediction, and
then, so far as England is concerned, the
funeral of George Peabody name des-
tined to rank with the noblest of the worlds
bencfactors-wa at an end. Not hastily
or willingly, however, did the mourners
leave the spot which held all that remained
of their departed friend. While the organ
gave out the solemn strains of the Dead
March in Saul, one after another advanced
to the end of the grave and gazed mourn
fully upon the cross of white camelias and
the bright coffin plate which told how
within that narrow chest lay all that was
mortal of George Peabody.