The Arizona sentinel., 1885-08-15

| NASIoOo "CAO AO OO bCiN3 "oo ehoO fittingly, tastily and appropriately 1 decorated, and the black and white intertwined with ever greens had a good effect, and everything about the building had solemn impressiyeness that reminded one of the sorrow wful and mourful occasion. By half past ten in the morning the Court House was filled with people. Troop M, 4th Cavalry, under command of Lieut.. D. N. Mc> Donald, and Yuma Lodge, No. z. A. O. U. w., occupied places al- lotted to these bodies. The rest of the room was taken up by men, women aud children from town and the surrounding country. At the appointed hour, Il o'clock, A. M., the exercises were opened by 8 voluntary on the organ by MT. J. s. Bancroft. After which the opening address was made by Dr. J. H. Taggart, the Chairman. He spoke as fellows:
 General Grant is Dead" is the dirge sung by the electric wires which engirdle the earth, caused pail of sorrow to en- velop all nations. His name and fame l fa fn oil q he mourned to-day. AS is most fitting, the people of his native land mourn him most for theirs is the greatest, the most irreparable loss. Republics are not al. ways ungrateful, and General Grant lived to know that the government as well as the people remem bered and appreciated his inestimable services. By common consent as well as legal proclamation, to- day is observed throughout our entire land. as holiday; and whi;e the mortal remains Of the great hero are being laid to rest in his tomb beside the majestic Hudson, with all the pOmp and circum- stance behtting the occasion, we ble in our respective neighborhoods to add our mites to the general tribute of sorrow and respect.
 This is the object of our assembling here 10 dRy 10 join in the final farewell to the great soldier, eminent statesman and pre-emlnent paLrlot,
 Then followed a piece by the choir-"Rock of Ages." which was we'll rendered. The next on the programme was the Memorial Address by Hon. Samuel Purdy. Our space is too limited to give all of MT. Purdy's remarks. How ever the address was we'll con. ceived throughout, and was rendered with fine oratorical effect. The following are the closing lines:
 My friendsi That death scene is DOT. trayed, by the photograpy Of Thought and the brush Of Imagination, upon tee came ra of the mind and the canvass of the heart ; of every man, woman and child that draws the breath of conscious being, within this broad Republic. The man, gazing at the picture. bows his head in silent but pro- found grief; the woman veils her eyes to hide the tears ofsympathy and sorrow and the chlld, pausing in its play, lisps with awe the solemn name of Grant. The his tory of the soldier is forgotten in the perusal of the husbands farewell, and the minds admiration for the great hero is lost in the mourning of the heart above the grave of the citizen. The pomp and pageant of the national funeral cortege is yelled behind the erspe of household mourning, and united people, with hands clasped in a chain of sympathy and sorrow which encircles all the North and South of the Republic, stand weeping | ahOva the aehee of A brother
 My friends We must not close these ! services without some allusion to one who, through all the long years separat- ing Youth and Age, lay in the bosom and walked by the side Of him whose eyes, closed in the faintness of earthly dissOlu- ton, at the last opened wide Tn one ford look of recognition and farewell upon her loved face. She who to-day hides her grief for the dead mar In the sack-cloth of widowhood, commands our respect and merits all our sympathy. We cannot console because it is not permitted us to follow into the isolation of her mourning for the lover of her youth and the father of her children. The hour is too soon the precinct too sacred. But in the time to come, when the passionate wave of her sorrow is broken against the rock of her children's care and affection, it may be that tEe perusal of our words ofsympathy | VIII pfONC Ol lO AC1 oALiNbSA heart Surely they will be earnest words those we resolve upon.
 In conclusion, my friends, it only re. mains to cast one last, lingering look into the grave of the dead before covering up forever the useless clay. Each heart which beats within the hosoms. of our countrymen is now and will be casket for the memory of the departed, and his. tory will write his epitaph. Having poured upon his ashes libation of mourning to his memory. we turn away with but more thorough realization of the solemn fact that Grant is no longer a mortal, and yet, with pride, VIC know that through all the coming ages of human destiny his immortal soul will still "go marching on."
 | At the conclusion of Mir. Purdy's fine address the choir rendered in a splendid manner, "Rest, Sacred Dust of Noble Dead," which was we'll received. Hon. Charles H. Brinley, then arose