The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1879-10-21

approachment on the subject OF funerals and finally
mad something 10 say regarding the burial OF the
mouse toward the shores OF Lake George he pointed
gu. the inortuary plot, situated among patch OF
Sarden truck across the road from the buildings
ne explained the forinalitics gone through in sue
cihct anu connected manner. which, Invested OF
,,rr veanie technlcaiitles OF ms once ano
work, think best to reproduce in his words:-
a., tos. tnats where we burries 'eln. I've heard
.ia' 4. useu TO DO the custom to stick 'om away in
.ne saouhu III mere box. knocked together by the
ptupers themselves for their dead companion
lhat changed now. however We git an order
from the superintendent of the Poor or the keeper
Tor reg lar coffin. Course faint much of an affair,
put II coihn for ali that. It's quite as good as
the boxes your people il Now York stow their
paupers away in. I've oeeu told. Now. we-that's
my ooss-only git -Four dollars for the cofn anu one
dollar for the box. Why it's real lnxnrv IN "a
buried in box. Many's the ono of onr noar nsorIs
hereabouts outside the llmshouse who CANT afsard
the comforts of box in addition to the conn But
regarding the paupcrs, as you say an how they ara
put away.
Now THEY puc
cas- TO the dying. don't know much ahou. thai
because you see, haven't been here; but the nos,
who has says that they drop of quite natural lika
They don't usually have much to say; dor mars
scene. but let things take their course 10 IhaS
ever have priest or minister by tter sidcy some
been well known it generally gets noised 'round the
village. Some OF the farmers comm into town ma,
stop at the stone house and ask. Anything new to-
day.? aud the person as is asked may say, odd Unclc
Jacks dying or old Granny Browns Dead Then
the farmer he'll want to know if it's old Uncle
Jack that used to work in the sawmill, or may be.
'old Granny Blown that used to live down on the
pike and had a sen that went off to Mexico Findiu'
that he knows tho dyin or dead he II speak of ii as
he gets out of his wagon at the hotel OF
the post Office and in short bit the news g all
over town.
REooLLEcrIoNs FORMER DAYS.
III tits near about noon the news spreads 30
much quicker; for. you know, when tho men &c
the women folks and then the story's all out. til
soon discovered that the dyin person was once
member OF the brick church. or the sewn circl,
of Flfty-odd, or the temperance society. Some good
woman goes for the parson, and 1t often happens
that quite good many people 20 back IN til:
ever any OF tho paupers griev
ing,-cryin'. I suppose you. nean-for theii
dead companion? No. I can't say as ever did,
Yes, did. onct. 1t was young girl--a
child-who had followed her father to the stone
house. because he was blind and needed her
she seemed awful sorry he was gone; but don't
see why she should. for she soon put out in
family to live and was great deal better off, The
soon AZ TIE panper dies. There isn't any regular
time to wait. The keeper just sends message to
Inches We know exactly w 1a m nenss ny
nothin' else s crowdN us, so right to work sawin'
up tho boards. II we are out OF wood, go down
to the sawmill and buy it.
A MERE MATTER TRADE.
well. to make my story shorter when we ara
ready drive out to the Almshousc. How arc tho
dead dressed for burial? Most generally the women
shrouded. Once in while-and this IS very Gu.
rious-the person who g dead will have miidlin'
good coat or dress which they've been saving for
years to be laid away in. It's natural enough you
thnka No, tell you it's contrary to every prnci-
and there's no parson, the keeper some one Of
the paupers reads it. Ofenest there isn't anything
said done after get there. We just screw down
the lid and call on three or tour Of the
stoutest to take holt We carry
the body across tho road. lower it into
the grave and leave the paupers to fill 1t up. 1t 10
rarely that the inmates than the fence.
Probably they don't like to think Of the time whom
they'll 90 the road. They don't pear to care
much for each other. You would think that. herded
together as they are they'd get to liking one an
other but it isn't so. as said before There's
Lake George ahead. You it through that gap
in the trees little to the right" And here this
strange narration ended.
SAD, sOMDRE THOUGHTS.
And as sit here tonight in front room Of the
Fort William Henry House cannot help thinking
that If the great hotel propretors would give por
ton of the large sum which they annually con.
tribute to regattas in direct charity for the OF
their county they would God quito we'll and
man u great deal better. Before stretches away
the northward the waters OF Lake George. sheet
of FURNISHED silver in the moonlight. calling forth
all the pathos OF ones nature, but the scene is nos
for me. Ny mind wanders back these hills.
through the dark ravines have traversed to-day to
the solemn solitude which envelopes as in cloud the
suspended animation of human misery. 1t is now
midnight. but cannot forget the awakeningthe ap-
proach OF to-morrow-another days journey Tor
eighty men and women toward oblivion.