New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-04-11
P. T. BARNUM BURIED.
Funeral OF THE VETERAN SNOWMAN
HELD IN BRIDGEPORT.
NAcToRIEs STOP WORK AND STORES CLOSED IN
HIS ADOPTED cITY-EMpLoYERs AND EN-
pIoyED JOIN IN THE LAST HON
oRs no THE DEAD MAN.


PLoYED JOIN IN THE LAST HON
vi oRs TO THE DEAD MAN.
Tridceport Conn, April 10.-A Sunday quiet
ressed over this busting city by the Sound to-day
m hum of a thousand busy workshops was stiNed.
rye market and the store were closed, while en-
,syer and employed lined the streets or thronged
aoout the spot where the last words were being
spoken over the simple coffin which contained
all that was mortal Of Bridgeports first citizen,
Phineas Taylor Barnum. White and black inter
twined hung in graceful festoons from the front
of public and private buildings. Every fas-pole
had its dropping banner at half-mast Even the
ships at the wharves had their bunting lowered
halfway in token of respect.
I Out at Marina, the luxurious but unostentauous
home that Mr. Barnum built for the closing years
of his busy life, his body lay in simple CONN III
. room banked high with flowers, from whose
windows stretched well-kept lawn, smooth-slop-
ing down to the quiet waters of the sleeping Sound
Here the relatives and immediate friends gathered
shortly after midday and listened to the fervent
prayer offered by the dead mans former
pastor, the Rev. l.. b. Fisner Then the
quiet procession, simple and sombre, passed down
the gravelly driveway, along the smooth streets,
which Mr.. Barnum had so often travelled, to the
South Congregational Church, where dense mass
OVERLOOKING multitudes in street and avenue for
several blocks in either direction watched for
the black plumes of the hearse nodding in the
distance.
Inside the church, dim with the dull gray
light of an April day struggling through the
staned-gass windows, the assembled clergymen
of the city sat high upon the spacious pulpit plat
form, while ck-goved ushers moved up and
down the crowded ais1es, seating the multitude
of mourners. stir in the vestbule and the
low, soft notes of the organ voluntary
told that the funeral party was at the door. al
am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.
He that believeth in me though he were dead, yet
shall he live, and whatsoever liveth and believeth
in me shall never die" The clear spoken words
of the professional were heard by all as the pail
bearers followed the Rev. Mr.. Fisher and DR..
Robert COllyer up the centre aisle The coffin was
deposited in its bed of fowrs the members of the
family fled into the seats reserved for them, and
Mr. Fisher began TO read the Goth Psalm, each al
ternate verse being echoed from the choir loft in
melodous response Whittier's beautiful hymn
was then sung:
J long for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles / long,
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And he can do no wrong.
know not what the future hath
OF marvel or surprise,
His mercy underlies.
And so beside the silent sea
walt the mu1iied oar,
No harm from him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
know not where his islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
only know i cannot drift
Beyond his love and care.
Tbar Ef+in1 his silverv- white head and portly