The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1881-09-29
BURIAL OF GARFIELD.

in the Lutheran Church.
All business places in the Boro.
of Ridgway were closed on Monday
last from noon until A o'clock p. NJ,
out of respect for the memory of the
lamented Garfield, late President of
the United States, whose remains
were consigned to the tomb at 2
o'clock of that day.
Services were held in the Metho-
dist and Lutheran churches at 2
o'clock the hour appointed for the
funeral. The Methodist Church
was handsomely draped in mourn
ing. A picture of Garfield hung on
the wall heavily draped. Pure
white flowers were placed around
the base of the speakers stand.
Frank Settelle presided at the
organ in a most satisfactory and ac-
ceptable manner.
The singing was furnished by a
male quartette consisting of j. A..
Messenger, DR.. W. l.. Williams, H.
NJ. Powers, and M. S. Kline, who
did themselves great credit in the
excellent rendering of the musical
part of the exercises.
Following is the
ORDER OF PROGRAMME:
1. "Dirge," on the organ.
2. Reading from the Scriptures
by Rev. S. M. Clark.
3. Anthem, "Come Unto Me-"
4. Prayer, by Rev. s. M. Clark.
5. Anthem, "Jesus Lover of My
Soul.
6. Address and Poem by G. E.
Holiday.
Mr.. Holiday spoke in a clear
voice and every word could be dis
tinctly heard by the entire audience.
The poem, of which we have heard
many words of praise at the time of
delivery and since, and which
struck sympathetic cord in and
echoed the sentiments of every heart
within hearing of the talented au-
thor's voice, is printed in full fol-
lowing:
Pull down the grand old flag,
Drape deep each shining bar,
Yes, let our coors sag,
And drape each gitring star.
Fling out the ash and grey,
Drape door, drape church, and hall,
Ills not q festive day
A cloud DER hangs us ALL
Each ensign hangs half-mast
Throughout our broad domain.
And echoes from the past
We now may hear again.
once more our GODDESS" weeps
Ger Freedoms nobest son,
A veil OF sadness sweeps
Ger each illustrious one.
Again the assassin's hand
Has struck II Nations Chief
Aud orphaned all our land
| BY deed so dire and brief.
| When Booth in frenzy drew,
| bead at Lincoln's head
| And all the assassin crew
| On their vile mission sped;
A thrill of horror ran,
| With lightning's flashing speed.
Through every loyal man
| Who heard the direful deed.
Each son and daughter wept,
Throughout each loyal state,
And sacred memories kept
or that untimely fate.
Hark! from Pacific's slope,
| From Maine to Rio Grande,
They mourn murdered hope
Through all this stricken land.
wall of sadness floats
Upon each gentle breeze,
While cen the moaning notes
Are heard amid the trees.
Toll loud the funeral bells,
No South, no North is known,
Each mournful echo tells
That bitterness has flown.
| Deep in the honored grave
or him whose work is done,
Hide ev'ry wrong, and save
The bond his death has won.
Our politics are naught
When danger turks in air,
Each loyal son is taught
To bear an honored share.
When war strikes at the throne
Reared In the Nations heart.
Each bugle signal blown
Brings millions at the start.
Our bulwarks are the men
Reared meath Columbia's shrine
Whose courage rises when
War springs It's hidden mine,
So to the front they come
Each loyal, loving heart,
Nor think their labor done
TIL each has borne his part.
Sleep thou, o.! mighty deadi
Thy mission thou hast filled,
The host which thou hast lead
VIII do the work you willed.
The battles thou hast fought.
The Victories you won,
The name and fame you bought
Made you the Nations son.
Thy history is ours
And ours thy noble fame,
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