Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1885-08-13

Ajar," had place at the head of the casket
and the sweet smell of lilies was borne down
to those who stood and watched. A great
horse shoe of red and yellow rose buds added
their fragrance, and a cross and crown from
Mayor Latrobe, of Baltimore, sent out its
quota of heavy perfume tnat settled on the
sepulchral air.
But there was tribute that bore. no fra
GRANGE except such as will come to the fam
lily of the dead. 1t bore no perfume save
that which lives in its memories. This token
was plain wreath of oak leaves pinned to-
gether with stems of oak and formed in the
shape of letter G. The oaks in the forest
of Mount McGregor had fluttered in the
mountain breezes while Gen. Grant was dy-
ing, and in the afternoon of Thursday, the
day he died, little Julia, his granddaughter,
and little Josie, DR.. Douglas child, had
gathered the oak leaves in the mountain
woods The children prattled and knit with
innocent fingers, and loving hearts took the
wreath of oak leaves that to-day is tbs only
tribute that touches the generals casket.
The little ones offering being finished, they
had taken it to Col Grant, whose eyes dim
med when his daughter said:
"Papa, Josie and 1 have made this for
grandpa, and please won't you give it to
him!n
The colonel placed the oaken wreath on
the casket, then it rested there in Albany,
and still remains as the childrens' offering.
Four O'Clock had passed. The grey of
dawn had deeped to red; daylight was
near, the strains of dirge music crept out
on the morning air. At first distant, they
grew nearer and nearer. The red dimmed in
the east. Sunrise was near The strains of
music, slow and sad, grew more distinct.
Then blue coated veterans of Meade post,
Philadelphia, 500 strong, came tramping to
the dirge music of the trumpets. The
east was suffused with tints of orange and
dawn was closer-the dawn of the funeral
day.
The Veterans entered the plaza and
marched past while mufiled drums timed
their footsteps A heavy gun doomed out
toward the sea- The chimes of old Trinity
pealed mournful notes, and the sound of
muff1ed drums grew fainter and died out. 1t
was sunrise. The day was born, the last
day for the dead upon earth before the tomb
should be opened to shelter him.
Six o'clock and Wilson post of Baltimore
marched by followed by a Chicago organi-
cation. The corridors had been picketed by
fifteen police under Sergeant Nally, of the
Fourth, while outside l25 more men were at
rest under command of Sergeants Magan
and Farley. The last guard of the Grant G.
A. R. post, save the thirteen who will at
tend the body to the tomb, had been moved
at o'clock. Their names: George F. Tart,
James Hands, W. C. Young, P. S. William
son, c. F. Kenney, A. E. Carshaw, A. H
Frost, John Curtain, James A. Bronson and
F. Wilson.
At $50 Capt. Barry and men, of the First
regiment, went on the plaza. Muffled drums
and dirgeful trumpets marched in at one
side and took positions at the east side. The
players constituted the David's Island Mill
tary band.
At $50 Gen. Hancock and his brilliant
staff trooped slowly into the plaza from
Broadway, and presented front to the City
Hall, then moved to the end of the plaza on
Broadway, where they rested. At this time
100 members of the Leiderkranz society filed
up to the steps of the City Hall, and led by
four instruments, sang with impressive effect
the chorus of ''The Spirits from Over the
Water"-SCHUBERT; and "Chorus of the
Pilgrims ms"-TANNENHAUsER
The guard of regulars filed into the open
space at 9 o'clock. Company A, Fifth ar
tiIlery, under Col. W. B. Beck, and Com
pany E, Twelfth infantry, under Maj.
Brown. The companies and guard of regu-
lars are under entire command of Col Beck.
The regulars took position beneath the trees
opposite the City Hall and stood at rest.
Then came the original guard of honor that
was on duty on Mount McGregor, and which
alone should lift the remains to-day Filing
into the corridors of the City Hall, they took
their places beside the remains of the dead,
and are under command of John H John
son. senior vice commander of Grant post,
Brooklyn. The men as they stood were
as follows: Left Of casket, Comrades Cor
win, Howatt, Mcdonald, Squires, Knight
and Guillam. Right of casket, Comrades
Tebbite, McKeller. McNeevey, Brodie, Col
Inns and Barker.