The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1885-08-18
and SCARED, feeble and str ng. filed past
the tomb with tstlered battle q ,gs.

and SCARED, feeble and str ng. filed past
the tomb with tstlered battle & ,gs
Away down the road came new
sound Of thunder0us artillery as the
army belched forth the Presidential sa-
lutte. And around IT all was the silent.
5areheaded multitude.
THE WARRIORS BURIA. RITE.
The Grand Army meu drew closer to
the body of ibeir old comrade and their
rites begin.
God of battles!' cried the com.
mander, Father Of all amidst thi-
mourniul assemblage We seek Thee with
whom there is no DEATH"
The rest is a confused murmur but
the solemn "Amen." Then wreath OF
evergreen laid upon the casket, a spray
Of white q ,wers is cast beside 1t, ana
last of all o crow Of laurels, A hugler
played call and all was siience Stern
old Bishop Harris advanced and read
for few moments under the shade OF
an umbrella. PAson N wman followed
him with portion o. the Methodist
burial services.
TIE TRUMPETER SOUND, Tue TaP3."
NV the end approached. A regular
armv trumpeter stepped to the side OF
the pu. pie casket and hogan to play the
last call OF the camp, "taps." AS the
sweet notes swelled out teac rolled
down the bueler's face and the music
fallered for q moment. Sbermsn's head
fell upon his breast and be cried like o
child Sheridan drew his hand acto OF
bis face, and tears stooi in Johnston's
eyes. The stern lines f Buckner's
couutenance gave way and he trembled
Still the buger blew his plaiutive cal
for ears that we're deaf, and when j,
ceased all the multitude wss still.
s'LET Us HAVE PEACE"
Peac. silent soldier! Johnston and
Sherman are friends TO dav Sheridan
and Buckner have shaken hands. Tb,
grim face of Gordon looks down from
yonder II in sorrow!
Colonel Grant ami bis relatives moved
forward TO the cssket. The children
threw their flo wers on it and retired
Poor little ones! thev hardly seemed tc
realize their loss as they clung to tbei
pal enls and listened TO the thrOhbins
music ss the casket was lifted up anC
horne into the tomb. Then it was placed
in the s'eel casing. The door was locked
and the key handed 10 General Hancock
who passed it TO Mayor Grace. A mo
ment later it was given 10 Presiden
Crimnius, of the Park Commissioners
| General Johnston looked around il
the crowd and could not see flce tina
was familiar. Then he walked slowl,
to the only friend be knew and Leaned
upon the shoulder Of General Sherman
General Bnckner seized the hand o
General Hancock wrung 1t heartily
Then Johnston went 10 the Grant family
and tried to comfort the ladies, HI
said kind words to them and to the chill
dren. Bnckner also shook hands witt
Colonel G ant and rendered bis sympath,
to the ladies.
Away they went from the shadow o
the tomb together. Mt as 'f old. bu
softly, tenderly, lovingly. Oh blue! ol
grav!
Now the Seventh regiment face th
river and three volleys OF smoke AM
fame rattle over the steep hank Their
is pause. The Twent, second regimen
turns about and fires three volevs more
| The guard is mounted, the dark crowd
move, the bands are hushed, the bell
cease tolling. The tomb OF Grant i
now a shrine. and nov long line form
as the people flock to see II.