The National tribune., 1885-08-13
TO REST.
The Old Hero Finishes
His Journey.
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| present arms in two lines while Gen. Hancock
and Col. Jones led the way between their ranks
to the cottage. Next came Gen. Sherman,
erecter and keener-eyed than many men about
| him of half his years. With Gen. Sherman
| walked Vice Admiral Rowan who was present
to represent the Navy. Following these came
Mr.. Evarts, and beside him Mr.. Drexel. Sena-
| tor Warner Miller and Gen. Penny followed
and after them came Mrs. Drexel and her two
daughters while the - officers of Gen. Han
| cocks staff brought up the rear. Gen. Hancock
| was in full uniform.
In double line on the steps leading to the
east Veranda of the cottage were members OF
the Brooklyn Grand Army Post who saluted
as the little procession filed past them. The
! Grant family had assembled in the parlor in
the meantime, and there had also formed
| another little procession at the hotel DIR.
| Newman, Bishop Harris, DIR. Douglas, and a
number of others had assembled in the parlor
of the hotel, and with Dr. Newman and Bishop
Harris at the head, walked slowly down the
gentle declivity from the hotel TO the cottage.
| DIR. Newman, Bishop Harris, and Dr. Douglas
| wore broad white mourning sashes over the
| shoulders of their black coats
AT 10 o'clock DR.. Newman and Bishop Har-
ris reached the yeranda and took their sta
lions on either side of the door on the east
| front, which opens directly into the parlor
where the family sat around the coffin.
| THE FUNERAL SERVICES.
| A circular giving the order of the funeral ex-
ercses had been printed and was quietly handed
around by Grand Army men before the exer-
| cises began. 1t was bordered in black and on
the first of its four pages was printed
| In memoriam. u. S. Grant Service at the Drexel
Cottage, Mt. McGregor, on Tuesday, Aug. T. 1885,
| 1912
The Army officers with Gems Sherman and
Hancock side by side in front of the veranda
sat in rows of four. Drawn up in motionless
| line on the east front of the cottage were the
men of Battery A of the First Artillery, their
| red plumes and the red facings of their uni
forms making striking contrast with the gen.
erai sombernesS of nearly everybody s clothing
| save that of the Army officers.
The services were opened by Rev. DR.. Agnew,
of Philadelphia who read the Goth Psalm. As
he concluded Bishop Harris advanced a few
steps and offered up lengthy prayer. DR..
| Douglas. one of the dead soldiers physicians,
stood beside the Bishop with his handkerchief
pressed to his eyes, and several times during
the day the Doctor broke down and wept. When
the prayer of Bishop Harris closed the choir
under the leadership of Mr.. Camp, of Brooklyn,
| sang. Their first selection was the hymn /" My
Faith Looks Up to Thee" and the second was
Nearer, My God, to Thee"
Mr.. Camp had posted notices about the hotels
and grounds calling upon all who possibly
| could to join in the singing and many did so.
,
Dr. Newman arose and began his address,
which. though delivered with great rapidity,
| occupied more than an hour and half He
chose for his text, Matthew XIV, p: well
DONE thou good and faithful servant; enter
thou into the JOY OF thy Lord" The address
| OF the Rev. Doctor was replete with eloquence,
and want of space alone prevents US publishing
it entire. The following extracts however,
will give some idea of the excellence and ap-
propriateuess of the eulogy:
To-day you filled with the glory of his mill
tary triunlphs. You calling him the greatest of
soldiers and you do well. But do not degrade him
to the level of those famous heroes who fought for
empire and for glory. He fought for the right; to
end the war; he conquered peace. He hated war.
! He looked upon it as CHASTITY monster whose
march is to the music of the widows signs and the
orphans cry. He loved peace and pursued it,
| Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be
called the children of God, - was his beatude. 3
In war and peace he was the wisest and the safest
| guide this Nation has had since the Father of his
| Country assembled to his reward In his dying
chamber he grasped the hand of him whose sword
was the first he had won, and said: Il have wit
messed since my sickness just what wished to see
ever since the war, harmony and good feeling be-
tween the sections" On holy Easter he sent forth
this tender message: desire the good will of ALL
whether hitherto my friends or not" His was the
song OF the angels: On earth peace, good will to-
| ward men,"
| After five years in camp and field, he returned to
| his home without stain upon his character.
Among ancient or modern warriors where shall We
| find his superior in moral elevation? Given to no
excess himself he sternly rebuked it in others He
never took the name of his Creator in vain and an
! impure story never polluted his lips. He assured
me. his pastor, that were he disposed to swear
he would be compelled to pause to phrase the sem
tence. Such the purity of his thought life that
| he has been seen to blush and withdraw from the
companionship of those who had presumed to re-
| late a salacious story in his presence.
And here in the presence of the illustrious dead
let recall the tender and constant friendship of
| Grant and Sherman and Sheridan. They were as
one man. They acted without anxiety. There
was in them concurrence of thought, motive and
aim, born of mutual confidence. They were at
once the supplement and converse of each other
But, alasl the trinity is broken! Grant is dead!
As he was the typical American, should we be
surprised to find that his was the typical American
| home? May we Lift the curtain and look upon the
| holy privacy of that once unbroken household?
Oh. the mutual and reciprocal love of welded life
| within those sacred precincts Husband and wife
! the happy supplement of each other their eharae-
tiers blending in sweetest harmony like the blended
colors in the bow of promise. He, strength. dig
nifty, and courage; she, gentleness, grace and pu-
rity. He the Doric column to sustain; She the Co
rinthan column to beautify. He, the oak to sup
port she ivy to entwine In their life of deathless
| love, their happiness lay like ocean of pearls
and diamonds in the embrace of the future. He
| unhappy without her presence; she, desolate
! without his society. She, pure, high minded, dis
eliminating ardent, loving, intelligent; he con-
fided to her his innermost soul. and blessed her
with his best and unftiling love. She shared his
trials and his triumphs his sorrows and his joys,
| his tolls and his rewards.
| When near his end he sought 10 cheer that pre-
| ought to feel happy under any circumstances. My
expected death called forth expressions of sncerest
kindness from all the people of all sections of the
country. The Confederate soldier WED with the
| Union soldier in sounding my praise. The Protest
ant the Catholic and the jew appointed days for
universal prayer IN my behalf. All societies passed
resolutions of sympathy for me and petitions that
j might recover. 1t looked as If my sickness had
had something to do to bring about harmony be-
tween the sections. The attention of the public
has been called to your children, and they have
been found to pass muster. Apparently have
accomplished more while apparently dying than it
falls to the lot of most men TO be able to do
At the last his intellect clear and his conscious
ness supreme He wrote messages of love and
wisdom. Recognitions We're exchanged peace
full death and consciousness to the last breath were
granted unto him. The last night had passed.
IT'S morning, and in the light of that day thou
sands of earnest faces flash with renewed concern
From many shaded lane and mountain slope
from many a farmhouse and splendid mansion,
eager eyes look toward the mount of suffering and
breathe prayer to God for the one we loved.
Alas! He is dead
IT'S morning. 1t is the promise of brighter day
The trumpeterS of the skies sounding tie re-
veiIle Their notes have reached the earth. Their
notes have reached our Generals He has
gone to join the triumphant host. IT'S morning in
heaven.
The services were closedwith benediction
tho family saw the remains after this and they
retired in a few minutes, leaving the under
takers to close the coffin and prepare for the
journey.
LEAVING MT. MGREGoR.
At 1915 the rich purple coffin, borne by IL
members of Grant Post Of Brooklyn, emerged