Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-09

a great city Is draped in mourning.
On every side, at half staff, the national
flag hangs limp and lifeless in the moist
and misty air, as though Of its own Volt
tom dropping in honor Of the soldier
dead. Under the sodden skies, through
thronged yet silent streets, in long, long
column chosen detachments Of soldiery
are lending 70 its final resting place the
shrouded clay of him who to such glori-
Gus purpose had led the Union blue in
every field from the Mississippi to the
sea, and who through long years Of hon
ored service ranked foremost on the
rolls Of the army-foremost perhaps in
the great heart Of the people. For days, as
though in sympathy with the widespread
grief, the heavens have poured their
floods upon the brown and leafess slopes.
All nature seems plunged in wintry
gloom. The black smoke from host
Of stacks and chimneys has settled down
upon the silent city, covering 1t like a
pail. From north and south, from east
and west, battalions and batteries, ma
tional and state, have been concentrate
ing to take part in the last honors to the
illustrious chief, and dripping, yet dis
ciplined, without the stir Of martial
music, the men have marched from the
trains to the rendezvous assigned them
about the town.
At last the hour has come. The weep
ing skies have checked their tears. The
streets and sidewalks along the line Of
march swarm with citizens, whose hush
ed voices and reverent mien speak elo-
quently Of their sense of the national
loss. From many a stately mansion
and modest homestead out beyond the
business section festoons of black are
huttering in the rising breeze, the flag il
twined with Grape, the windows, bal
comics and steps are alive with spec
tators. And, far out on the west
ward avenue, on sheltered portico that
projects from a solid, old fashioned res
idence Of cut stone and almost over
hangs the street, there is gathered a lit
tie bevy of fair forms and faces which
we saw together for the first time thai
Indian summary afternoon of the recep
ton at Pawnee.
The rapid trot Of orderlies and
mounted police, sent ahead to warn thu
populace off the street and back to the
sidewalk, and the distant wailing OF
cavalry trumpets far down the avenue
have told that now the funeral column
is approaching; and from the warmth
Of the coy parlor, well wrapped il
mantles and furs, the ladies have com,
forth into tho chilly February day
Mrs. Berrian, Mrs. Holden and her chill
dren; Winifred, whose soft cheeks ar
aglow and whose dark eyes turn instant
", eagerly toward the head Of the ad
vancing escort; Mia Guthrie, palhd
lanquid when unobserved by her guests
vet Frightening instantly, bravely, whel
addressed, and striving to be her OLE
gracious, radiant self for the sake o
these and other visitors from Pawnee-
for the Twelfth has been detailed es
pecially to lead the escort of the grea
commander, and all the way from tn
frontier and only few days home iron
the stirring scenes Of its fierce campaign
the regiment has been brought hither b
, the orders Of a general who knows thei
worth as well he knows their wrong
and whose soldier heart has felt for theI
inQll their trials.
II was in his power TO give this homo
to others, but though his own old reg
mont is within easy call, he means tina
the people shall see for themselves wha
manner Of men are these whom pres
and pulpit have assailed, and again:
whose fair fame the shafts of slande
have been hurled, only to fall blnnte
and broken or, like boomerangs. com
hurting back about the ears Of IA
thro,ser- Vindicated by the verdict (