Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1879-06-13
Letter from Boston.

Letter from Boston.
wM LLOYD GARHIsoN's FuNERAL-AN impress
sIyE scENE-Dn. roUGjEE's LATEST PROJECT
-pINAFoRE.
BosToN, June Z, 1879.
Since | wrote you last great soul has gone
from our midst, passed out into the vast Be
yond, and we stand here bereaved, realizing
that for him is the gladness and glory, for us
the mourning and regret | wish you could
all have sat, as l did, in the gallery of the
old church in Eliot square, Roxbury, looking
down upon the dead face of William Lloyd
Garrison, and upon the men and women
come together to do honor to his memory.
1t was n notable assembly, and the occasion
of II life time. 1t was like walking upon
mountain tops, and coming almost face TO
face with the controlling soul of the universe.
Every one whom | have heard speak of it
since has referred to the strange uplifting so
| find that it was not an cNaltation peculiar
to one temperament, since so many felt it.
There was nothing funercal about it. Some
how the sense of personal loss was entirely
absent, and it was as though the people had
met together to give goodbye and God-speed
to a dearly beloved friend who was going
away for awhile, and for whose return all
would watch. 1t was glorious day full of
summer promise the air was soft and balmy,
and laden with the perfume of opening flow
ers. From outside came the song of birds
and the voices of merry children. The half
opened blinds admitted gmpses of sunlight,
t1,a It,I L,,,,
with flowers. At the foot of the pulpit stairs
stood the plain casket. opened 50 that all
might look for once upon the serene face,
which bore no mark of the physical torture
which had SO racked the body during the last
few years. At the foot of the coffin was
wreath of lilies of the valley and in the cen
tire bed of pHnsies, from which rose n bout
quet of white flowers. Rev. Samuel May and
Wendell Phillips occupied the pulpit chairs,
and in the seats below were the other speak
crs. Lucy Stone, grown more mntronly of
late, yet with the same sweetness and strength
which characto rizod her always Theodore
Weld, the grand patriarch of the reformers,
aud long trusted friend and co worker with
Mr. Garrison, and Samuel Johnson-all these
came with fitting tributes to offer to the mem
DRY of the friend just departed. Whittier
was in the audience sitting side by side with
Frank Sanborn. He contributed u poem for
the occasion, which was read by Samuel
johnson at the close of his address AS a fit
opening to his address, Mr.. Weld read the
poem which Whittier wrote on Garrison in
1888, l believe. Mr.. Alcott was there, Col
7. w. Higginson, ex-Gov Clafin, Judge
Russell Mrs. Ednah d. Cheney, Mrs. Maria
Weston Chapman, Mrs. Elizabeth Chase,
Mrs. Newell, Frederick Hinckley. Abby May.
Robert Morris, J. b. Smith, and many other
men and won en- known to all the grand works
of reform. The music was by colored
quartette, Of which the soprano was Nellie
Brown Mitchell, one of the sweetest-voiccd
women of the city, and they sung all the old
fashioned hymns of which Mr.. Garrison was
so fond, and which were sung by his bedside
during the last night of his consciousness
The services lasted three hours, and it was
nearly six o'clock when the sad procession
took its way to Forest Hills, passing Mr.
Garrisons house on Highland street by the
way. There were no services at the grave,
but the friends gathered about, and just as
the setting sun shone across the smooth green
sward, az that was mortal of William Lloyd
Garrison was lowered to its last resting place
while the quartette sang parting hymn.
If there is anybody in this city of ours who is
a constantly -recurring source of surprise to
me, it is DIR. Eben Tourjee, the founder of
the New England Conservatory. the largest
institution of its kind in the country. and
more lately known to fame the protector
of successful European excursions. One
would think that was enough, but he has
announced within short time that he will
run musical Normal Institute for ten weeks
this summer, in addition to engineering five
hundred or more persons through Europe.
He will be with the eXcursionists, but he will
give the Institute such start that it will go
smoothly. As nearly rs l can find out. it's
going to be the jolliest kind Of a lark with n
background of good substantial education.
Conat ryatory prices will be observed and
conservatory modes of education will be
adopted Carl Zerrahn stays home from Eu-
rope on purpose to teach and b. J. Long
and other famous artists and teachers are
pledged to the enterprise. There will be lee
lures by various persons, concerts, organ re-
citols, and on all the Saturdays AN excursion
either by rail or steamer to points Of interest
around Boston. Won't it be thoroughly jol-
ly: can imagine nothing nicer 1t is Il bit
of missionary work on DIR. 1ourjee's part to
meet the needs of teachers whose only time
for study is in summer when their own pu-
pills are idle. 1t is bound to be a success
Pardon me for mentioning Pinafore, hut
really can't help it. want to tell what we
are promised in that line, as well as what we
have. In the first place there's the juvenile
Pinafore at the Museum and by the way
you've not seen Pinafore in its completeness
and perfectness until you see that The
"Ideal, at the Boston, gave way on Monday
to "Fatnitza," the Boston Pinafore' is at
the Gaiety, a company from New York, in
Guiding Castle, Peakes, Turner, Sara Joyce
and Annis Montague, open at the Globe on
Monday next, and a week from that time the
Philadelphia Church Choir opera company
appear at the Park All hail, Pinafore
SALLIE JOY WHITE.