The Republican., 1890-03-29
We shall meet once moro
On that beautiful shore.

TO his burial and the services to he
held over his remains, and yesterday
his dlning.room and parlOr were
filled with mourners who had come
to pay respect to his memory.
Shortly after o'clock the cermony
commenced. and from the table was
heard the sound of an angelic voice
singing that beautiful hymn:
A few more years shall roll
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those we love
In the land beyond the sun.
For some time a feeling of super
stitious awe prevaded the apartment,
as many distinctly recognized the
voice of Mrs, Horne, but when they
perceived that it came through a
phonograph they grew more cOmpos-
ed. though many wept as they recall.
ed the owner of that sweet voice.
AS soon as the hymn was over
Charles Horne, a nephew of the de-
ceased made some alterations in the
machine and Inserted roll that con-
tanned the furneral sermon of his un,
Gle. uttered by himself. Seldom had
more impressive one been listened
to. It sounded so weird that two
ladies tainted and had to be carried
out.
The wel!-remembered voice of the
deceased clergyman trld of how at the
time that his audience would hear
him he would he in that land.
He went on to say he would have
passed the portals of Ignorance and
would have entered that existence
where there would be no further
mystery. but where all things would
have been made plain.
1t il usual at funerals to eulo.ize
the dead, and the pastor who preach
es the sermon seldom touches on the
deceased mans faults.
On this occasion the virtues of the
dead man were left alone, and instead
there was long list of faults enumer.
ated, for which the mOurners were
asked to pray for Gods pardon.
There was a stop, and the nephew
put in another roll. The voice took
up the address where it had left off.
1t enumerated the virtues of the de-
ceased wife, and prayed God that the
speaker might be considered worthy
to become a member of that portion
of Coils kingdom where she might
be enthrOned.
AT this point of the address the voice
of the deceased had evidently broken
down, and from the instrument the
terrible sounds Nf strong man weep.
ing and unable to restrain himself,
broke out with terrible realistic force,
and. caused shudder of horror
among those who were present al
this extraordinary service. The next
few sentences were uttered in a
broken voice. and prayed God that il
it pleased Him to remove the speaker
by sudden death, or to take him
away in some unusual manner, He
would consider prayers after death
as efficacious as those before.
AT the close of the address he called
upon his hearers to join him and his
wife in singing the hymn, "There is
a Better Land"
The nephew arranged two instru.
ments on the table, and all at once
the soprano of the wife and the bari.
tone of the husband joined together
in singing. Several of the audience
tried to join in the hymn. but their
voices choked with emotion and they
were unable to proceed.
The interment took place in Wood
lawn Cemetery. After the coffin had
been lowered into the grave the i'm
preSsive burial services of the EpiS.
copal Church was read over it, still
10 the voice Of the deceased.
The end came without a hitch, the
final words being: "G0d grant that
in the sweet by and by we may all
meet in that beautiful land"
The Rev. Thomas Horne was
familiar figure to the yachtsmen of
Larchmont, and on any summer day
he might he seen with his green
spectat!es, broad straw hat. and sun
umbrella sitting on the east cliff in
the vicinity Of the old club house
reading his bOOk.