The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1889-03-21
at the bottom of the pit, and on the
sand cahed on the spade.
OBSEQUIES.

OBSEQUIES.
Before 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon
the friends and admirers of Capt. Daw-
son began to gather at his late resi-
dence, on Bull street, and long before
the hour for the funeral cortage to
move toward the church arrived the
broad piazza was filed with crowd OF
friends and sympathizers, who stood
in solemn silence uncovered, awaiting
the hour when the casket would be re-
moved to the hearse.
AROUND THEIR DEAD CHIEF.
In the wide hallway which runs
through the house were congregated
the pall-beares, few particular
friends of the family and the members
OF the editorial, repertorial and busi-
ness staffs of the News and Courier,
whose bowed heads and grief stricken
countenances indicated the strong de-
votion in which they held the memory
oftheir dead chief.
THE FACE OF THE DEAD.
The body lay inIa handsome black
casket in the west parlor, and was
viewed by hundreds of persons who
passed around the coffin to look once
more upon the familiar countenance
before it should be consigned to the
grave. During the entire time the be-
reaved wife sat by the casketas though
chained there by an unutterable grief,
gazing upon the features of her dead
husband, which were as calm and
placid as though he only slept. The
lineaments of the face bore but few
signs of death, and, with the exception
of a slight waxen pallor which over
spread the countenance, it appeared
singularly life-ike. The hair was
brushed back from the forehead in the
manner in which the deceased usually
wore it, and the slight, marks of VIC
lence appeared distinctly on his pale
face.
The body was attired in simple
black, while in the buttonwhole Of the
coat appeared the ribbon of the Order
ofSt. Gregory the Great, which knight
ly honor had been conferred upon him
by his holiness, Pope Leo XIII, for the
stand he took against the code duello
in South Carolina.
After the last sad farewells the casket,
loaded with its wealth of adornment,
was borne down the marble steps in a
binding rain.
The approach to the church indicated
that the assembly there would be con-
-spicuously large. So, in fact, it was.
Long before 4 o'clock, the time ap-
pointed for the services, the church
had been filled. Every pew was taxed
to its fullest capacity, and every aisle,
save the central aisle, was thronged
with a great crush of citizens.
1t was not unexpected that the Right
Rev. Il. P. Northrop, the Bishop Of
South Carolina, and of that church and
edi6ce in which Capt. Dawson wor-
shipped, should pronounce his eulogy.
Bishop Northrop spoke with the emo,
ton of one to whom it fallss to speak
what others could only feel.
In few minutes after the services
ended, the casket was borne out Of the
church and placed in the hearse, the
rain and wind being still incessant.
The procession Of twenty-five carriages
passed down Queen street to King,
through the great multitude of people
who thronged the pavements.
Thejourney to the grave at St. Laur,
ence Cemetery was slow, and the body
of the ''iilustrious man." as Capt. Daw.
son has been well termed, was eventu.
ally laid to rest in his family buryine
ground.