Morning journal and courier., 1881-09-27

line of blood extended back to Calvary, at- testing the value of vicarious suffering. The fact was noted that, whereas three months ago few of us knew Garfield except as an es- timable public man, we now mourn for him as for personal friend, beside whose dying bed for weary days and nights we had been watching We have counted his heart-beats, and numbered his breathings, and taken his temperature as it fuctuated from the chill to the fever. We followed him from Washing ton to Elberon, and were glad that the fresh sea -breezes blew upon him. We followed him back again 8 corpse, and saw the pre- cious body placed beneath the great rotunda, under whose silent vault the widow was per- mitted alone to take her farewell look at the face so sadly changed. And now we are with the solemn company marching in long procession under the stately elms of Euclid avenue at Cleveland. Millions mingle their tears. The bells of continent are tolling
 Ths waves of sable drapery roll like pillows
 of black ocean from shore to shore.
 sThere is sorrow on the land and there is the sea-a
 Flags of all nations fly at half-mast. Kings and Queens vie with each other in
 marks of respect for the dead President. On the bier rest flowers sent by Victoria, whose treatment of Mrs. Garfield has been | most sisterly. Soon all will be over. The bells will cease to toll. The multitude of | mourners will cease to go about the streets. But for. thousand years to come the story of to-day will be told, and generations yet
 unborn shall venerate the sacred name of
 Garfield
 | Rev. E. M Jerome offered most fervent
 prayer, and made some highly eloquent and | appropriate remarks. He enlarged on the | exemplary life of President Garfield, and showed in how many ways he had blessed l this nation. Several extracts were read from speeches showing the sentiments of Garfield. | Mr. Jerome was listened to with fixed atten- tion throughout, and we regret that we are | not able to give his address in full.
 The singing was by quartette choir-Mrs. | Hart, Mrs. Black, Messrs. Jones and Corn wall. MT. James Smith presided at the or | gan. Among the selections was the follow | ing beautiful ode, the words and music both
 composed for the occasion: l NATION wEEPs. ! An ode by Dr. James G. Barnett, to be sung at the
 funeral services held in the Second Congregatlona
 church, Fair Haven. Conn, the occasion of Presi dent Garaeld's burial, September 26th, 1881. 1 Weep Oh weep With tears of anguish, For the Ruler of our landl Our countrys guard, our oountry's guide, 1 The nations hope, the nations pride | Has passed away
 ! To dwell with God in endless day. l Weep, Oh, weepI nation mourns l All the hopes in him we've cherished | Are bHghted and forever gone | Tears now speak the nations feeling, | Bitter tears grief revealing;
 | For he who our pride and stay | To dwell with God in endless day. l Weep, Oh, weepl nation mourns! | Lord of lifel To Thee we bend! l Let thy spirit now descend! l To the nation whisper peace,
 | Bid its streams of sorrow cease; | When rhe summons calls us home, At the right hand may we be found, l With him for whom we grieve and mourn 1 So sadly strangely from us torn | Weep, Oh, weep nation mourns
 Dr. Barnett himself played the organ ac
 compartment to the above ode, and many 2
 moistened eye paid an involuntary tribute te
 the skill with which he touched the keys.
 At the First Congregational church there l were services by the First and the Methodist
 churches and memorial addresses by Rev.
 Messrs. Hart and Hammond. The services | were well attended and deeply impressive.