The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-12

pomp and circumstance of a military and
civic procession. Even before noon, when
the religious ceremonies were Just begin
ming, people gathered within the hallowed
precints Of the romantic burying ground.
They came in street cars, in trains. in car
tion, and on foot, and took up thoir posi-
ton on the tombs and broad walks, and on
the scrupulously well-kept lawn.
PRETTY METAIRIE.
Metairie is the prettiest cemetery in the
south. It ranks in beauty with the hand
somest burial grounds of the world. With
in it lie the remains of thousands of con-
federate veterans, and many tombs of
military and veteran associations of New
Orleans 1t is in this cemetery, in a sub
terranean vault, that the southern chieftain
has been temporarily laid to rest. The Ar
my of Northern Virginias tomb is beneath
the marble monument Of the lamented con-
tederate leader, Stonewall jackson. 1t is
situated nearly half mile from the stone
entrance, nearly in the center, and is sur
rounded by the imposing tombs of the
wealthy people of New Orleans. The
mound IS of gradual ascent, prettily laid out
in terraces and richly grown with rare
flowers. From sectional stone base, a
slender shaft, broken with laurel wreaths,
rises to commanding hight. AT it's apex
heavy slab of marble bears a statue of
jackson.
WHERE THE BODY LIES.
Beneath the base is an underground
chamber with vaults running around. 1t
was in one of these that the remains of Mr.
Davis were placed. The monument was
decorated with extreme simplicity. The
mound was covered entirely with green moss
Around the shaft was wound a chain of
laurels and oak leaves. When the procession
left the city hall big furniture wagons drove
up and the mortuary chamber was emptied
of its hundreds of floral offerings that
came from every city and state in
the south, and they were taken out to the
cemetery. Here an artistic hand came
into play, and the flowers were arranged
with the best effect, the mound being
almost entirely hidden from view by a
wealth of flowers. The pageant got to the
cemetery a little in advance Of the time it
was expected to. Its vanguard was an iu-
congruous assortment of carriages and ve-
hicles, and an army of struggling people
who walked all the way to the burial
ground to do honor to the memory Of their
leader, cold in death.
A COSMOPOLITAN CROWD.
The crowd was cosmopolitan. It en-
braced every station in life in one endless
procession. Thousands walked because
there was no easy means of getting out. The
available trains and street railroads were
packed with several divisions of the funeral
pageant, and the multitude was left to take
care of itself 1t was 3 o'clock when the
first special train arrived, bearing the uni
formed Odd Fellows. and Knights of
Pythias, and civic societies. As each train
drew up it was quickly emptied, and the
tail end of the procession reformed in open
order to let the militia and walking divis-
ions go through As the soldiers, worn out
with their long march, and the funeral and
remainder of the pageant moved slowly
past in mournful step to woeful mu-
sic, the knights presented arms and
the civic bodies uncovered. Long before the
police detail reached the bridge over the
canal that runs by the front of the cemetery
dense throng Of the populaoe had gathered
closely around the monument beneath
which the body of the ex-President tonight
is lying in peaceful repose. When the
progress Of the procession finally brought
the militia to the monument, the police and
soldiers were drawn up all around the circle,
and as the funeral car, with the long line Of
carriages in its wake, drew up, line of
soldiers facing the monument were given
right-about orders, in order to salute
the bier. 1t was then O'Clock.
Choristers had preceded the funeral and
took their position in a group to the left OF
Ouc SOAnDs ncn ehS lSpAoSODhA CAOi 3 LuAu
and assisting clergy Of other denominations
formed in line on either side of the walk
The pall-bearers and distinguished guests
did the same thing Bishops Gallaher and
Hugh Miller Thompson walked slowly to
the base and took up their positions beside
the bier.
GEN. GoRDoN's GREAT GRIEF.
Gen. Gordon came up shortly. and stood
quietly and modestly, with bowed head,
close by. The caisson stopped at the foot
of the walk, and the Battery detail of
honor bore the casket up the ascent to the
foot of the monument, with Capt. Bran
up the mound the military orders
were, "Rest on arms" and every
soldier in the circle executed the
order. The veteran associations marched
into the cemetery together. When
they reached the monument they parted,
one going to the left and the other to the
right. When they met they charged up
the mound and formed an inner circle, with
the Army of Northern. Virginia in the front,
and the Army of Tennessee in the rear.
ARRIVAL OF THE FAMILY.
Then the ladies and gentlemen Of the
family trod slowly up the mound. Mrs.
Davis, heavily draped, leaned on the arm
of the lifelong friend of her husband, J. u.
dJ JIS, 10 oho SAiAo uP OCoANO VIC DiOf .
Mrs. Hayes came upon the arm of Gen.
Joseph R. Davis. nephew of the dead Pres
ident. Beside these came the faithful
negro body servant of Mr.. Davis, Robert
Brown. Mrs. Stamps was escorted by Mr..
Farrar. TIL followed the other members
OF the family. Associate Justice Fenner
and his family came next, and the
immediate friends Of Mr. and Mrs
Davis gathered around just as Bisho p
Thompson opened the ceremonies by reading
the first portion, of tae Episcopal burial
service. Then T. FL. Sappington Of Com
pany B, Nineteenth infantry, stationed at
MT. Vernon barracks, Alabama, sounded
the bugle call of "taps," aud Bishop Gala
her read the second portion OF the ritual
consigning the body to the grave:
THE BISHOPS WORDS.
Here are his extemporaneous words:
In the name OF God, amen, we here consign
the body Of Jefferson Davis, servant of his state
and country, and soldier in her armies, some
time a member Of congress and senator from
Mississippi, and Secretary of War of the
United States-first and only President of the
confederate states of America; born in Ken
lucky on the Sd of June, 1903. died in Louisiana
on the 9th day of December, 1899. and buried
here by the reverent hands of his people.
An anthem by W. H. Walter, part Of
the burial service, was sung by choristers to
a cornet accompaniment. Bishop Thompson
recited the Lords Prayer, in which the
choir, clergy, and general public Joined,
and then the hymn ''Rock Of Ages" was
rendered and the religious orders were
over. Bishop Gallaher waved his hand as