Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-12-05

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Nitd lCith Outstretctcd arms, thrOlOs her
self f9rlCdrd to meet him.
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 us though of its own voli-
tom dropping III honor of the soldier
dead Under the sodden skies. through
thronged yet silent streets, in long. long
column chosen .chments of soldiery
are leading 10 L.. .4naI 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 arIuy-foremost perhaps IN
the great heart of the people. For days, as
though III sympathy with the widespread
grief. the heavens have poured their
foods upon the brown and leahess slopes.
All nature seems plunged in wintry
gloom The black smoke from a host
of stacks and chimneys has settled down
upon the silent city covering it like a
pail From north and south, from east
and west. battalions and batteries, ma
tionaI and state. have been concentrat-
Ing u take part III 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 mica speak elo-
quently of their sense of the national
loss. From many d stately mansion
and modest homestead out beyond the
business section festoons or black are
fiuttering in the rising breeze, the flag i;
twined with Grape. the wiadows, bali
comics aEI Steps are alive with spec
tators. And, far out on the west
ward avenue. on sheltered portico that
projects from ii 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 thar
Indian sunnery afternoon of the recep-
ton at Pawnee.
The rapid trot of orderlies aud
mounted police. sent ahead to warn the
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 in
mantles and furs, the ladies have come
forth into the chilly February day
Mrs. Berriep Mrs. Holden and her chill
N dren: W1nifred. whose soft cheeks are
e0low and whose dark eyes turn Instant
; eagerly toward the head of the adj
E vancing escort: Nita Guthrie, pallid,
& lanquid when unobserved by her guests,
yet frightening instantly. bravely, when
N addressed and striving to be her old
NJ gracious. radiant self for the sake of
these and other visitors from PaWnee-
NJ for the Twelfth has been detailed es-
N pecially to lead the escort of the great
commander. and all the way from the
F frontier and only few days home from
the stirring scenes of its fierce campaign
# the regiment has been brought hither by
NJ The orders of general who knows their
w worth as well he knows their wrongs
and " hose soldier heart has felt for them
in all their trials.
1t was IN his power to give this honor
to others. but though his own old regi-
ment is within easy call, he means that
the people shall see for themselves what
manner of men are these whom press
and pulpit have assailed, and against
whose fair fame the shafts of SANDER
have been hurled. only TO fall blunted
and broken or like boomerangs, come
hurting back about the ears of the
thrower. INDICATED by the verdict of
his peers, doubly indicated by the
highest powers of the land, gray haired
Farquhar is chosen to command the es-
cort, and, though the flower of the ma
TONS soldiery marches in the funeral
train this day. the eyes of all the gath
cred throng are strained to see and hail
and honor the standard and the