New-York tribune., 1879-03-17

sleop from which there is is no waking;
and it may be so. But we eaIlnOc h 0o " friend
See our friends departand especially such 1Ienu emu
as this we cannot bear TO think that tney nav
ceased TO be. that they no longer Know anu sb az
Longer known The thought Is too ful OF 'nRu,sni Rni
over his crave in n Language which he loved ana
knew almost as well as his mother tongue anu 'n'
words are his own:
"Erhabener Geist, i'm Geisterreieh veroien'
WO mme define lichte W0hrung sei'
In hGherem Schafen bist du neuecDoren'
Und singest dOrt die yollere Lltahle'
GExalted Spirit to spirit land now gone,
Whert'eT thy present bright abode may oe'
To higher labOrs thou art now neW.poIh
And sngest there the loftlef hthhS'l
Indeed. it is when such persons as Bayafn
Taylor DIE that we cannot help 6ensbns sSn s,dea a.,
immortality We cannot entertain the idea
that spirit so loving so tnorSu4 sp c,ond or
the early morning dew. 1t Is true death IS myS-
terv, But we are surrounded by mysteries; ana ~
reading the celebrated chapter OF faui Ep's-
tc m the Corinthians often used III the DuTlal ser
vice | wonder whether the readers ana hearers are
appreciat1ye of the argument. How are the dead
raised 7" was asked of the Apostle, ana III what %
form do they comeY The question seehed 10 nm
so idle that he answered with lTrePresslpie con-
tempt. "Fool, that which thou sawest Is
not ouickened." And then he goes on IN ~
rrander way to enumerate the lhhh'to
diversity of the Divine power, and shows now aO-
surd il is for to doubt whether we shalI i've llvo
again because with our limited vision we SsnnoV
see now II is, and yet be surr0nnueu Win I~ustia ~
tons of The endless resources of the Infinite power
The Rev. II. n Powers of Bridgeport, Conn, who
was for many years an Intimate friend OF Mr. lay
lor then read The cOmmital of the Protestant EpiS
copal Church.
ADDRESS OF EDMUND C. sTfDMAH.
At the conclusion of the reading of the service
Edmund c. Stedman spoke as follows:
Three months have gone since We heard from
distant land that the spirit of our conrade had de
parted. HIS life was eager, noble, wido-renOwncd.
it lasted for more than half "a century,
yet ceased prematurcly;,, ana we say, iie !
should have died hereafter" Here, to-day, at TINS
very spot the mould which held that spirit returns
to the self-same earth which nurured 1T. Here the
mortal iouTncyings are forever ended: Inc seas,
the deserts. the mountain ranges, saii De crOSS"d
10 more; the Joyous eyes are Nellcd; thc dedr,
warm heart can throb no longer; tine stalwart
frame has fallen. and henceforth les at rest.
For the record is closed but Is 1t ened without
a continuance lhs Is the question when heTc ht
this moment in this place strongly comes to each
one Of those who were his comrades whom
he loved with all his generous nature, to whom
he ever staunch and true, lOf MHoHl Hc
wOuld at all times nave gYCn all he had from
whom only his dust now can receive the
love, the tender utterance, the ceaseieaS Icmcnl-
brance when they seek 10 offer III return. Are the
travels then in truth forever ended shall there
be, for our brother, no mOIc lnsatlabe thirst Tor
Knowledge no more high poetic speech, no more
looking toward tho stars FOR one, l Try
to answer from his own lips, since they
so often iOkcned It. II ever longing iuretcrnal
life, resolve not to be deprived o action, beautl-
all had dccreed that these should not surccAse-lt
these ever have gwen IA mortal hOld on lIumor-
tally then our Bayard Sill is nVlng ihouSh
above and beyond Us. For however dimned
may be the VISION whereWith some OF
us strive in vain, whatever our hopes. to look be-
nlnd the VEIL Tor him there was neither doubt nor
darkness. He could not would not, tolerate the
idea of One-sded individuality. have never known
II man whose trust III this one thing was 80 ab'o-
uleIy ana always unshaken, on VINO had more
ABIDING sustaining faitn IN the perfection ot the
universal plan and III the bcucicence of It's De-
sIgucr.
staut and most beautiful. Possibly II WIS some
thing of the Quaker breed wIIilln HIM that made
hlm 50 conscious Of the Spuit, and SO natural and
unfaling a believer III direct inspiration. Ia TINS
age OF QucstlOnngs and searchings, how
have his perfect faith i'll that Immortality
whose promise animateS the creeds! For EI~ alone
the most TgId may revere his religion, aud even
without tins his spotess lie OF purity, phlaut thrOpy,
heroic deed, has been a model for those who seek
to become the disciples of whom tine Teacher said
" BY their fruits ye shall know them" THIS Is the
one statement whicn desire to make. This much.
at tins final place and hour, am moved To affirm.
JOYOUS poet. loyal comrade. patient and generous
brother in toll and Song-Farewcil! Farewell!
The following ode, composed by Mrs. ;. l.. Obcr-
holtzer and set to music by Professor john H..
sweeney, was then sung by twenty-five ladies' and
gentlemen representing Kennel, Chester West
Chester and other places in the county:
FOLD IT AWAY.
Buridl ode for Bdydrd Taylor.
Empty the casket. the cased bird outfiown.
Back again. back again, Earth, take thy own.
Thou who dIdst give ii thy taircst of clay,
Clasp thy arms tenderly, lOld II away.
Fold it away, for the loved one has lled.
Fold 1t away for our hero is dead,
Fold ii away, fold it away,
Fold it away, for our hero is dead.
Carried most lovingly over the sea.
Bring We our Offering, L0ngwOOd, t. tleo,
Wa dcrlngs over and full garlands won,
Rev'rently bring we the dust OF thy son.
Fold 1t away. etc.
Leave as our treasures his life and his songs,
Take III thy keeping what TO thee belongs,
Take the wayfarer's inn God has taken the
guest;
Ours are the memories-thine is the rest
Fold it away, etc.
Back again, back again earth unto earth,
Cradle his slumbers who Graded his birth.
Take the form trndeTv close TO thy breast,
Gather it lovingly home to lis rest.
Fold II away, etc.
The ceremonies were then concluded with the
benedctiOn by Dr. Furness after which the mourn
ers and the intimate and DcrsO al friends re.
turned to Cedarcr0it. The great throng of country
people passed reyercntly by the side of the
green grave, many raising their hats in re-
spect. Several sprigs of evergreen, b"XwOOd
little punches Of flowers and single ruscnuds
were dropped into the grave as the crowd
passed along. Many fingered about the
cemetery long after the grave was filled up. Every
one seemed to have some pleasant recollection of
kind word for the poet. He was regarded III
the community as common friend lie be-
lonGed to Kennel. was born there, and
he was uniformly addressed. Said one
man: "lIe was great, big-hcarted fellow, and
we all liked him. But Tins tells the tale" he added
as he waved his brawny IN the direction of the
great multitude of people and the thrOng of car
rlages Il guess you don't need anything more
than that.p
The Taylor family lot is about the middle of the
cemetery, and the afternoon sun is shut out from
the grave OF the poet by the shade Of large ever
green tree which grows at the mead of his brothers
grave.
MANH4TTAN SAYINGS INSTITUIION.
The number of depositors drawing their
money from the Manhattan Savings Institution on