New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-03-31
WALT WHITMAN BURIED.
IMPRESSIVE FUNERAL CEREMONIES AT
CAMDEN.


BY COLONEL INGERsOLL.
Camden. " j., March 3O.-wat Whitman, the poet,
buried this afternoon in his tomb at IIarleigh
Cemetery after impressive funeral services, which
attended by large number Of people, including
many well-known In literary circles. The body lay
in state at his home in Mickle-st for two hours
beginning at II O'Clock this morning. WlItman's
ncighbors, workingmen Of Camden, who had grown
familiar with the face Of the Good Gray Poet al
he wheeled about the streets In his invalids chair
took advantage of the hour To look again upon
his countenance for the last time. Among the flowers
seat were pieces from Th0ma, Bailey Adrich, the
Whitman Fraternity. Of Bolton. England Richard
Watson Glider, Of The Century; Mrs. Fairchilds Of
Boston: Mr.. Johnson, OF New York. Professor
Godfrey Buckwater; John Whitman Wilder, Doro-
thea Glider, daughter OF Richard Glider and Edmund
Clarence Stedman, OF New-iork. The latter's large
ivy wreath was ACCOMPANIED by the following poem
Good b. Walt
G0Ohby from all YOU loved OF earth
Rock, tree, dumb creature, man and woman;
- YOU their conrHfe. human.
The last assault ends now, and now in some greet
minstrel Whose strong soul finds BROADER wings,
More brave imaginings
,lai-5 crown the hilltop where your dust shall lie,
(iood-6y old Walt
The honorary pallbearers were Julian Hawthorne,
Robert g. lngersol Horace Howard Furness, DR. Daniel
G.. BIinton, George ". Chllds John Burroughs, J. H.
Johnston Lincoln L. Eyre, J. II. stoddar Francis How
ard williams Tacot Williams. DR.. X. VI. Buck, T. b.
Harmed. Horace 5 Traubel, Judge Charles Garrison
H. l.. Bonsall the Rev. J. II. Clifford, Harrison s.
Morris, Herbert II. Gdcrs, II. d. Bush, julius Cham
bcis, Thomas E4,kins, \. q. Catte!l
Edmund Clarence Stedman was unable to be pres
ent but sent his son, Arthur Sedman who, as The
editor OF the volume Of selected POEMS also repre-
scented, by "A cabcd request Of Mark Twain the firm oa
Charlie, L. Webster & CO.. the dead poets publishers.
. t,o rd az
read selections from the Scriptures and the poets writ
Ings Dr. r. VI. Buck, Whltman's blographer. spoke at
length the life and character OF the dead poet ~
shown by his works, Thomas 3. Harmed and DR.. Daniel
g. BntOn also made addresses, ana the ceremonies
ended By address from Robert Il. nger,o. the init.
mate friend Of Whitman. He spoke In part follows;
Again We IN the mystery Of life are brought face
10 face with the my -tery Of death \ great man. u
great American-the most eminent citizeJ Of this Re
puhlic-is dead before IL. Md We have met 10 pay u
tribute to his greatness and 10 his worth. know
that he needs no words Of mine. His fame IS secure.
lie laid the foundations Of Ii deep In the human heart.
He was, above all that have known, the poet Of
He Was the poet. also. OF that divine democracy
that gives equal rights to all the and daughters
Of men lie uttered the great American voice, uttered
II song worthy Of the great Republic. No man has
ever said more for The rights of humanity. more in
favor Of real democracy or real lustice lie nGther
He asked only to stand beneath the great hag Of
nature the blue and the stars. -.
lie the poet Of life 1t was Joy to him simply
30 breathe. lie loved the clouds. lie enioyed The
breath Of morning the twilight the wind, the winding
streams lie loved 10 ook At the sea when The Win, VIM
The fields, IT, hills. lie was acquainted Win tres,
with birds. With all the beautiful objects the earth.
And he not those objects but understood their
meaning. And lie nsei them that lie might exhibt
his heart TO his fellow men He ~S also the poet u
la, built every In tie wOidthat divine passion
that has painted every picture and gye us every real
great work Of aIt-tnat divine passion that has made
the world worth living Ia AID gives some value TO
human life.
ucbf man nj
t. be ashamed Of that which il natural. lie was not
only the post " loyenOt only the poet Of democracy
poet o, the human rare everywhere. He not con-
lned to the limit, Of this country, but his sympathy
He stretched hs hand and he felt himself the equal Of
AL kings and Of al pince' and the brother u all men,
10 matter how high, no matter how low.
lie has uttered more supreme words than any writer
Of century. and possibly Of almost any other lie
all the snowcspped peaks OF intelligence, above all It
art rises the true man-greaer than all. lie was q
lie wa l also. rs hs BEEN said the pot Of death
lie was not afraid TO live not efra.d to speak he
years he aud Death lived hear ncighbors. lie was
always willing and ready TO meet and greet this thing
called death. And for many months he sat In the
deepening twilight waiting for the underwriting for
the light. In MS brain the blessed memories Of
the day and in his heart mia gled the dawn and
dusk Of HE. lie was not alrad-cheerful every
moment. the laughing nymphs of day did not desert
a the yelled and lent sster~ OF the night when they
s stretched S G &ns tn bo Sa come one Sa ae the
mphs Of the day and tn" other the silent sisters
OF the night. And So hand IN hand. between smiles
and tear>. he reached his journeys end. From tho
frontier Of life from the western wave kissed shoro
he cent IL messages % content and hope. And th0ss
messages now like strains OF music blown By the
mystic trumpeter from Deaths pale realm.
To-day give back 70 mother Nature 10 her
clasp ard NSs, of the bIave>t sweetest souls that
ever lived In human clay. Charitable a, the air and
generous a. natur,-ncglgent Of all except 10 do and
,ay what he believed he should do and should LAY.
And l. to-day. thank him. not only for You. but for
myself for all the brave words he has uttered
III a dan f,r al
he hi, said in favor u liberty, in favor Of man anf
woman in favor Of motherhood In favor OF fathers IN
favor ~ children. And ! thank him for the brave
word, he has said on the subject OF death. since he
ha, lived Death l. les fearful than he wa before ana
thousands Of million, will walk down into the dark
valley II the shadow holding Walt Whitman By tho
hand long after are dead. The brave words he mas
spoken will sound like trumpcts % the DIVING. .
And 80 lay thl, poor wreath upon tn, great mans
tomb | loved him living and love him stu.