The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1885-08-14

history or memories of the generations to
come-a spirit uncomplaining, obedient to
the behest of duty, whereby to-day our ma.
tonal honor is secure and our loved ones rest
in peace under the protection of the dear old
flag. May the illustrious life OF him whom
we lay in the tomb to day prove glorious
incentive TO the youth, who. in the ages to
come may be called upon to uphold the desn-
MES of our country. As the years roll on we,
too shall have fought our battles through and
be laid to rest, our souls following the long col
umn to the realms above, as grim death. hour
by hour, shall mark its victims Let us SO
live that when that time shall come those we
leave behind may say above our graves,
Here lies the body of a true-hearted, brave
and earnest defender of the Republic"
Comrade Moore laid wreath OF evergreen
upon the coffin as symbol Of undying love
from soldier comrades, and Comrade Weider-
sheim placed a full blown white rose beside
it ms a symbol of unsefish devotion. Com.
rade Sellers followed them with laurel
wreath, saying; Last token of affection
from comrades in arms, we crown these re-
mains with symbol Of victory"
These simple ceremonies were followed by
the following address by the Rev. j. w.
Sayers, Grand Army Chaplain-in- Chief of
the Department of Pennsylvania:
THE march of another comrade is over,
and he lies down after it in the house ap.
pointed for all the living. Thus summoned
this open tomb reminds us of the frailty of
human life and the tenure by which we hold
our own. In such an hour as ye think not
the Son of Man cometh.' 1t seems well we
should leave our comrade to rest where over
him will bend the arching sky as it did in
| great love when he pitched his tent or lay
down weary by the way or on the battle field
for an hours sleep. AS he was then so he is
still--in the hands of the Heavenly Father
God givetb His beloved Sleep
Gas we lay our comrade down here to rest
| let us cherish his virtues and strive to emu
late his example. Reminded forcibly by the
vacant place so late filled by our deceased
brother that our ranks are thinning, let each
one be so loyal to every virtue, so true to
every friendship, so faithful in our remain
ing march, that we shall be ready to fall out
here to take our places at the great review,
not with doubt, but in faith; the mercifu
Captain of our salvation will call
us to that fraternity which, on earth and in
heaven may remain unbroken. Jesus saith,
! Thy brother shall rise again. | am the
Resurrection and the Life Behold the sill
| yer cord having been loosed, the golden bowl
| broken, we commit the body 10 the grave,
where dust shall return to the earth as it
was and the spirit to God who gave it. Earth
to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust looking
for the resurrection and the life to come,
through our Lord Jesus Christi
After the prayer came the most beautiful
part of the ritual, the bugle call, signifying
Rest In the hands of sllllful player the
sweet, mellow tones of the instrument drifted
away on the breeze until they were heard by
the sailors on the decks of the war
vessels. Beginning softly, the
tone gradually increased until it rose
clear as bell on the high notes, and
then gradually diminished, like the sound of
an Alpine horn re-echoing among the noun
tains until a few notes gently repeated at
the finish seemed to come from the clouds
There was long, silent pause, after the rit-
ual was completed, as the post withdrew and
made way for the clergymen.
By this time twas after O'Clock. Bishop
Harris stood near the coffin with an open
prayer book, his white hair and striking fea-
lures making conspicuous feature in the
group, and began to read the Methodist Epis .
copal burial service, ~ am the resurrection
and the life." As he began the sun came out
from behnd the clouds and some considerate
person sheltered the bishop with an umbrella
Several persons who listened to him were
visibly affected when the bishop read very
touchingly the lines beginning "Oh, death,
where is thy stingl" DR.. Newman, with
tears coursing down his cheeks, read from
Prayer.
When the committal service was over an
artilleryman sounded the tattoo on the bugle,
according to Colonel Grants request and
then strong men lifted the coffin again, much
the heavier from its cedar coffin. and disap.
peared with it into the vault. There was
slight creaking, as of rollers, which soon
ceased, and the listening mourners knew
that the old hero's mortal remains had
reached the end of their long journey
The men standing near the gate drew back
and let the bereaved children stand looking
in at the entrance of the tomb for a moment,
their heads bowed in grief. Mrs. Sartoris
trembled with sobs she strove in vain to sup
press, and her brother led her back to the
carriage In another minute they were gone
The generals and government officers looked
in at the gate, grasped hands at parting, and
were soon scattered on their several ways.
The entire service lasted very nearly an hour.
As the mourners and visitors moved away
the Fifth artillery men, from Governors
Island, began their long vigil over the dead
generals tomb. The Seventh regiment faced
the river and fired thre, parting volleys OF
musketry The Twenty-second regiment
followed with three volleys more, which, in
turn, were succeeded by three salvos from
the artillery, and a Presidents salute OF
twenty-one guns.