Los Angeles daily herald., 1888-08-12

from the caisson and bore it with slow
the open grave, placing it there upon
place when the ground should be conse-
Grated by ths priests. After a moment
of reverent silence the clear voice of the
Bishop-elect, was heard uttering the
words of dblessing, "Deus cujus misera-
tione, etc. 0 God, by whose mercy the
souls of the faithful find rest, deign to
bless this grave and send Thine holy
angel to guard it, and loose from all the
bonds of those whose bodies ale here in
TERED, that they may ever rejoice in
Thee and Thy saints through Jusus
Christ, our Lord. Amen"
With sprig of fir, plucked from a
neighboring branch, holy water was
sprinkled over the grave and the casket
was lowered by the sergeants.
THE SERVICE ENDED.
The regular burial service, beginning
with the canticle of Zachary or the Bene.
dictus, and ending with the chanting of
the De Profundis by choir of the Domi-
nican priests, brought the religious fea-
lures of the obsequies to an end. The
priests stood aside and remained in q
group near the head of the
grave, and every breath was hushed
while the widow came step
forward and for moment looked upon
the casket which held her beloved dead.
As she turned away the other mourners
in body paid their tribute of love and
respect and then at the signal the artil-
lery fired salute of seventeen guns.
The Loyal Legion moved up in line and
looked in upon the still uncovered casket
and then filed away. The great hol-
low square contained but one figure,
that of stalwart cavalry bugler who
stood at ease facing eastward, his bugle
under his arm, at the head of the grave.
"TAPs."
There was a hoarse command at the
left, echoed and passed down the line of
infantry, rattle Of steel, moment of
expectation and then simultaneously the
fash and roar of five hundred muskets.
Again and again the volley was repeated.
Then the bugler came to attention, raised
his bugle to his lips and blew "taps," !"
the signal for the lights to be put out, the
military equivalent for good night. The
tones we're low, mellow and tremulous at
the start, but each succeeding phrase
swelled clear and shrill and commanding,
waking tardy echoes from the surround
ing banks Of foliage, which came back
to blend again with the long drawn wall
at the end. AS the last echo died away,
and just as the shadow OF towering
buckeye fell across and covered the
grave as with a pail, the groups of
the living turned silently home ward and
left the dead to his solitude.
| ROMANTIC LOCATION OF THE GRAVE,
The grave is a few rods distant from
the Lee mansion, little to the front and
south of it, and just beyond the brow of
grassy slope that pitches somewhat to-
ward the river. A dozen acres of close
shaven green sward, dotted here and
there with wide spreading oaks and
naples, and lower down fringed with an
irregular row of evergreen trees, sur
rounds the spot. Above, and at either
end stands a maple and buckeye,
but in front and citywards, naught OBJ
structs the view. 1t is rare picture of
farm and city, of river grove and garden,
diversified and gloriied with such pan
Drama of stately public architecture as
no other spot on the continent COM
mands. A mile of level savannah sepa-
rates the bluff from the river, which
stretches in broad grey belt
across the landscape beyond the
city, and in the distance
a semi-circle Of hazy hills, which hem it
in on the north and east, their irregular
horizon line cut sharply in front by the
graceful dome of the Capitol and the
majestic Washington monument which
appears at midday a dazzling shaft of
sunlight against the cool, deep blue sky.
Back OF the grave and upon the most
commanding spot in Virginia, stands the
old Lee mansion, now the Office and
headquarters of the National Cemetery,
the mammoth pillars OF it's portico
cleaning from their background of living
green, forming the most conspicuous
feature of Virginia landscape, as seen
from the city. No other grave than that
of Sheridan is in front of the mansion.
AS he was alone in the exalted rank in
which he died. so fittingly he lies alone
in front of that army of dead heroes who
find resting place at Arlington.
SERVICES AT NEW BEDFORD.
New BEDFORD, Mass. August IL
This morning Mrs. Colonel Sheridan
with the four children Of General Sheri-
dan, Mary, Irene, Louise and Little
Phil, drove to this city from Nonquitt,
dAu Wcut W the TarKer House, Wloro
they were met by Edwin Dawes, B. Peni-
man and John H. Mackie, representing
the Loyal Legion. The party proceeded
to st. Lawrence Catholic Church, where
mass was celebrated, at 10 A. NJ. by Rev.
Hugh j. Smith, pastor, assisted by Rev.
James O'Brady, of St. Lawrence, Rev.
James j. Flood, Of New York, and Rev.
Thomas Daley, of st. Lawrence Church,
as master of ceremonies.
| oBsERvANCEs AT BOSTON.
BosToN, August 11.--Flags were at half
mast on all the public buildings to-day.
Suspension Of business in the Executive
and Military Departments at the State
House, and the booming of cannon on
the Common were outward signs of Bos-
toms respect for the memory of General
Sheridan. Guns were fred at half hour
ly intervals from sunrise until 10 An,
and then every minute for an hour, as
we'll as during the funeral ceremonies at
Washington. At sunset there was
national salute.
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