The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-12-06
Mrs, Arthurs Grave.


Knowing that Mrs, Morgan was able
to speak from long and intimate knowl-
edge of General and Mrs. Arthur, |
asked her many questions about the lat
ter, by whose grave in the rural ceme-
terry at Albany had stood a few days
previous. The sarcophagus that covers
the grave is of the finest Italian marble,
and around its edge, like running
vine, are carved in relief, in antique
lettering, her name, Ellen Herndon
Arthur, the date and place of her birth,
Culpeper, Va, August 80, 1887, and of
her death, New York, January II, 1880.
The inscription begins at the lower left
hand corner, bringing the husbands
name, Chester A. Arthur, across the
head OF the sarcophagns. The father
and mother of the President, and Jane,
one of his five sisters, who died at IS,
lie on the same lot; also Mrs. Herndon,
the mother of Mrs. Arthur, and William
Herndon Arthur, their eldest child.
1t is a very unpretentious sepulcher
for the household of the head of the ma
ton, and it is not easily found, lying
well to the rear of the handsome old
cemetery, of which it forms part but
the grass of the burial plot has been
worn nearly bare by the feet of many
pilgrims, and the myrtle vine, which
grows thrifty around the edge of the
marble block that covers Mrs Arthur's
grave, is reverently despoiled of in
Vulnerable slips to be pressed within
the leaves of feminine bibles and al
buns as memorial of her whose pa
thetic fate it was to fade suddenly out
of life just when that life had reached
its full-orbed matronly prime and was
nearing the zenith of the proudest
American woman's ambition. Mrs.
Arthur has left vivid and pleasing
memory in the circles of New York and
Albany in which she moved. She was
a singing spirit, going winsomely
through life. Mrs. Morgan speaks of
the more than ordinary attachment be-
tween the husband and wife, and of his
accompanying her into society more
than most men so engrossed in official
life. Her death, of pneumonia, was
occasioned by a cold contracted one
rainy Friday at dinner party, from
which she went to concert, and it oc-
Cured the following Monday evening.
Gen. Arthur was away on business,
and, to his lpspeakable grief, did not
reach home until she had lost the power
of recognition.
There is place called Three-mile
Point, which every traveller remembers
who has journeyed by carriage from
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through the beautiful country lying on
the borders of Ostego lake. At this
point, three miles from Cooperstown, a
New England man named Thaycr has
veranda-b ordered cottage, which en-
joys great reputation for its dinners,
and there parties from Richfeld and
Cooperstown come all through the
pleasure season to dine by special ar
rangement, late in September, and Mr..
Thayer told us that Gen. and Mrs Ar
thur and the children came there annu-
ally the last six years of her life, on the
3Oth of August, to eat dinner in honor
of her birthday.
He said the household, even to the
servants, were always delighted with
her coming, and when she good-natured-
ly sat down to sing at the piano, as she
always did, they would open the kitch-
en- doors to listen, and she had a smile
and kind word for all, remembering
their names from one year to another,
and saying something bright and merry
to each He came to Washington last
winter and went to the White House to
see his old patron, who expressed pleas
ure at meeting him, and sat down and
talked over the old days with him for
an hour or more. All that | hear of
Mrs. Arthur in the state which became
hers by adoption fills me with sincere
regret that the White House should
have lost by her death SO accomplished
and admirable mistress. 1t was sad
to stand at her tomb and see, instead of
the high and brilliant usefulness that
might now be hers, only the solemn
marble pressing heavily on her voice.
less breast.-Cor Philadeiphia Press.