Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1888-01-12
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PAGAN FUNERALSERVICEs
NOVEL FUNERAL Rites BY NEWsPA'
PER MEN.

N-.H4ataEFHHE HelAf x
PECAN Services In tho Press Club Over
an Urn Containing the she of jour-
nalist Hill and His Daushter-rhe
Burial.
NEW YORK. Jan. 6.-Ths ashes Of
Henry Hill and his daughter Elinor, who
were creniated last Wednesday, were
buried In q massive bronze urn, In the
Press club lot, at tho Cypress Hill Gem
etery. Appropriate Pagan ceremonies
were held at the Press club rooms.
Uader a glow Of electric lights stood a
table covered with a cloth OF blue velvet,
shot with. threads OF fiitering gold and
silver, and hung with gorgeous fringes.
Upon this was a handsome urn of
dark bronze, and hanging on 10
"a wreath OF %laureis, crossed at
the ends In ancient style, bound
together with a halfsepen white rose,
typifying the budding child. The top OF
the urn was sealed with a FURNISHED
bronze plate appropriately inscribed.
The room was crowded with journalists.
In the front row sat Mrs. Charles Hill,
the venerable woman whose grandson
9uu kkc6t bAaAuu&u6ulCI WCic lcpfSHouG-
ed in the urn. BY her side were her
daughter, Mrs. Bridges, and her grand.
daughter, Mrs. James Bridges. Behind
President John Cockrsll and Prof. Felix
Adler cat q double quartet, conducted by
Wolf M. Merkes. When the chorus
INF 1.-THE Writer'S Grave" President
Cocktail arose and said with great feel
ingi
I'm this hall, whore We have met 30
often, bringing with Us cur cares, our
joys, and our an1ieties, we assemble to-
day to pay o novel tribute; to perform q
peculiar rite. A brother of our guild,
Cheated by fortune of fair hoursss'' has
vanished before us, and all that is mortal
lies hcre in this classic urn. With his
ashes are mingled the ashes of q beloved
child-tha dust Of the life agent com.
pounded with that Of the beautiful flow
ar which had quickened at his touch.
Pathetic as was the ending of these lives,
hcw poetic the ningling hercis
When President Cookrell had finished,
Prot. Adler stretched his hand over the
ashes OF the dead friend. He said:
III we cannot Il our ignorance lead
men up to heaven, we can AZ least try to
bring heaven down on earth to sapctify
their lives, and coming to the end, to
the great mystery, which We stand on
the brink OF tho grave, looking forward,
we can only say as he has said upon his
burial nrn: The rest Ia silence.,h
while the chorus sang Horace's .tIga
10 ~ sS Al.s
tager Vital, sns trustesa stepped
forward and, lifting the laurel wreath,
clothed the urn in a cloth OF royal pur-
pie, placing the green symbol on top Of
IL. There was a pause until the music
ceased, and then tho urn In its glowing
pail was carried to a carriage and con.
veyed to Cypress Hill cemetery. When
the cemetery WINS reached the urn was
placed In the bottom OF the grave, the
purple cloth spread like r mantle over 1t,
and the laurels placed in the center. Then
the earth shut it out from sight.
Mr. Hill Swaa the son nj Barton Hill.
the Shakspearean actor, and tho grand
son of John Seton. Mr.. Hill was q
Journalist, and at one time was the city
editor Of The Herald. He died In Chat
tanooga, Tenn.