St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-06-08

The procession, which was reviewed by
Mayor Ely from the head of Unior
Square, included all the city militia anG
every metropolitan post of the Crane
Army of the Republic, each accompani
ed by large wagon loaded with flow.
ers, which later in the day, were lef
upon the soldiers graves. Flags were
everywhere displayed throughout New
York and Brooklyn, and memorial ser.
vices were held in various halls. The
wealth of flowers showered upon Green
wood, Calvary, WoOdlawn, and the
other large suburban cemeteries wa:
bewilderingly beautiful, and turned
for the day, these cities of the dead into
vast lighthouses, from which exhaled g
fragrance which accorded with the
spirit of the hour. In the city but
scanty opportunity is presented for pay
ing floral tribute to patriots memory
but such as exists was not forgotten
The statues of Washington, Lincoln
and Lafayette, in Union Square, were
wreathed with evergreens and covered
with pots of flowers. In Washington's
outstretched hand was placed a large
bouquet of white and crimson blossoms
which the first soldier of the Republic
seemed to present as his offering to the
spirit of the occasion. In Trinity Church
yard the tOmbs of Capt. James Law
renee, who commanded the Chesapeake
in the war of 1912, and Gen. Phil.
Kearney, who fell at Charlottesville,
we're loaded with exotics and rare
plants.
On the day following 1 spent half an
hour in strolling about this oldest OF
New York cemeteries, attracted thitheI
by the beauty of the place, as we'll as
10y curiosity to see what notice had been
taken of its historic sepulchres in the
general commemOratiOn. 1t produces
quite a novel sensation to step from the
sidewalk of Broadway, at its nOisiest,
busiest point, directly into a spot where
the green grass is shaded by trees of a
century's growth, and the gray stones
are crumbling over hearts that ceased
to beat before our great grandtathers
were born. But such a spot is Trinity
Churchyard, lying on either side of the
grand stone pile which bears that name.
1t is beautifully kept, parterres of flow
ers and broad leaved foliage plants
lighting up the long array of sllbs and
heal-stOnes, many of which have fall
len apart through sheer age, and have
to he frequently repaired to keep them
in position. One of these stones bears
the date of 1851, and most of them seem
to have been erected between that time
and the Revolution. Think of the vi
cissitudes upon which they have look
ed Many bear long inscriptions in
prose and verse, which rain and frost
have rendered almost or quite illegi-
BILE. These recite, in language simple
or ornate-according to the taste of
surviving friends,-the virtues OF the
dead, and their probable condition in
the world to which they have gone.
None of these that | saw, however, were
sufficiently striking to quote.
Here is the grave of Charlotte Tenn
pie, whose sad story has been immortal
lied in fiction; the strong interest in
whom is proved by the well trodden
path about her resting place. Here too
lies Alexander Hamilton, beneath an
ebelisk, the base of which is sculptured
over with his praises, the love of the
people for him and their Indignation at
his murderer seeming to seek some re-
lief in expressing, in the strongest Ian
guage, their sense of their great loss.
Many other honOred and honorable men
of New York lie beneath the green
sward of this quiet island, upon whose
sides break ceaselessly the restless
waves of the city's life, but their names
are fading from the memory of succeed
ing generations more rapidly than from
the messy stones above their dust.
saw none but those | have mentioned
which have a national reputation.
On Thursday was held the funeral of
Fletcher Harper, the last survivor of
the four brothers who founded what is
to-day the greatest publishing house in
the Western world. The services were
attended by many members of the fam
lily, by all the employees of the firm of
Harper Bros, numbering nearly 400,
which was one of the largest ever as
IL.
The house of Harper Bros. passes by
this death entirely into the hands of the
sons and grand-sOns of the original
members. All of these, however, are
so thoroughly trained for their life work
that there is little danger of its suffer-
ing in management. Every young Har-
per who aspires to apositon in the
family establishment has to go through
an apprenticeship well nigh as strict in
its discipline as that of a military Or
ganization, and commencing in the
printing office, where the young candi-
date for desk in the private room has
to become proficient in type setting,
and all the details of the printers art,
before commencing to work his way up
through the business departments.
Ex-MayOr Oakley Halls absence, which
it has all along seemed must be tenn
pOrary, is given permanent look by
the auction sale just held of his office
effects and large law library. These
were closed out at low figures on the
last day of May, and this would APP
parently indicate that the brilliant but
erratic lawyer had given up his old
home forever, unless, perhaps, the Ring
business should sometime be settled be-
yOnd the possibility of revival, when he
might return. And apropos of this mat
ter, Peter B. Sweeney, who has been
awaiting trial for some months, is about
to be brought to a hearing. This trial
will be an important one in every re-
spect, and may draw forth Tweed's con-
fession, which the Attorney General is
now jealousy hiding from the curious
eyes of the public.