Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1893-11-03
Sweet, Sad Strains of Ch.pin's Flu
neral March From Instruments
of 900 Musicians
The Remains of Chicago's Garfield
Lie In State At the City
Hail.
A Constant Stream of People Bowed
With Grief File Through the
Building All Day.

Chicago's Garfield lie in state at the
city hall. Dense crowds thronged the
streets and sidewalks for blocks around
the Carter Harrison mansion on Ash
land boulevard and witnessed the start.
In the main it was not a fashionable
multitude, but it was such one as the
famous mayor here liked to move
among and speak with. Solemn still
ness was observed as eight stalwart
fire department captains emerged bear
ing the coffin. Eight captains of police
followed. sharing with the fire captains
the honor of pallbearers. The cortege
was lengthy one, and the distance to
the city hall, two miles through the
heart of the city, was not covered for a
considerable time.
Following the carriages containing
city officials and mourners came great
throng resolved to accompany the COM
paratively small cortege proper, to its
destination. Simplicity was the nota-
ble feature of the obsequies.
The hearse was plain black and
bore no waving plumes nor did heavy
trappings adorn the black steeds which
drew it.
No strains of solemn music were
heard as the procession passed slowly
down jackson boulevard to the great
stone building where once Carter Har-
rison was supreme
The Funeral March.
The sweet strains of Chopin's funeral
march foated out upon the quiet air
from the instruments of 200 musicians
stationed on the great steps of the La
Sale street entrance to the city hall.
In an instant the multitude which
filled the street as far as the eye could
reach became even more quiet, if pos
sible, than during the minutes preced-
ing. Hardly a sound was heard save
the rumbling OF wagons on some dis
tant side streets. As if by inspiration
coming to all the members of that vast
concourse at the same instant men
lifted their hats and stood with uncov-
cred heads awaiting the arrival of the
peoples dead. Men, women and chill
dren were packed into that vast multi
tude of people, and all stood as though
carved from stone. A moment later,
when the casket was uncovered to the
eyes of the people, sobs were heard on
every side, while kerchiefs flashed
almost the only specks of color in the
crowd of sombre clad mourners.
A Asimple Wreath OF Laurel
lay close to the glass, through which
hundreds Of thousands of people were
soon to look at the face of the dead ex.
/ ecutive. just below it was pillow OF
roses, bright red blossoms sprinkled in
among others Of milky whiteness. No
other floral offerings were there, and
one instinctively knew these had come
from those who stood III the mayors
life closest and nearest to his heart.
AS soon as the casket was borne in
and placed on the catafalque in the
center corridor, the Clark street en-
trance was thrown open and SEEM
ingly endless line of silent, awed citi-
zens began to file through the building,
each to look his last ON the face of the
dead. Seldom has such
Gorgeous Floral Display
been made in honor of any public man
as could be witnessed within the great
corridor where lay the catafalque, but
the prefumed and brilliant hued mag
niiicence attracted scant attention. All
day long two lines of people passed
rapidly by, looking only at the black
casket. with the prospect that they
would continue throughout the night,
If permitted. The face the people
looked upon was the one they had been
accustomed to in life. Death had
wrought on perceptible changes. The
late mayor appeared to be sleeping.