The morning call., 1893-12-18

The funeral of the veteran actor, Charles
r. Tborne. occurred from his late resi-
dence, 615 Nineteenth street, at 10 80 A. NJ.
yesterday. His remains were carried to
the Masonic Cemetery and there laid to
rest.
Very few members of the dramatic pro-
fession attended the obsequies, McKes
Rankin, j. r. PaulliD. Miss Lizzie Vigour-
eux, who came to California under Mr..
Thorne's management about six years
ago; G. E. Barnes. the dramatic critic of
The CALL; j. ?. Bogardus of the Figaro
ana j. NJ. Chreten being about all there
were that could truly feel from the stand
point of the stage the loss of the old. time
impersonator of Polonius and Richmond.
Quite number of friends and acquaint-
ances, outside the profession, however,
were present during tile services The
pallbearers were G. E. Barnes, Nicholas
Steiner, j. P. BOgardus, j. K. Paullin,
Mckee RanklD and j. NJ. Chretien.
Numerous and expressive were the
floral tributes. There were a cross of
cameliaS, hvacinthes and La France
roses. maidenshair, and ferns sent
By J. Nj. Chretien, pillow of violets,
rosebuds and white hyacinths, with a
border of white chrysantLemums by Mrs.
by attorney w. T. Herrin, ferns and vio-
lets by Miss We'll of New York. hyscinths
by Mrs Sarah B. Cooper, and bouquets
by Mrs. K. Bassett. the sister of Mrs.
Thorne. and Mrs. 81. Phillips, Mrs.
Thorne's niece.
Mrs. Sarah B. Cooper read appropriate
selections from the scriptures and the
services were very touching.
81 am the resurrection and the life" and
I'm my fathers house are many man
sions. l go 10 prepare place for
you," she quoted from the words of Jesus
Christ; ana from Moses she repeated
prayer.
Thou turnest man to destruction, and sayest,
Return We children of men.
For thousand years In thy sight are but as
Yesterday when 1t is past, and as a watch In the
night.
Thou earliest them away as with food;
they are as asleep; IN the morning they are
like grass which grOweth up.
In the morning ii iourisbeth and groweth up;
In the fVening II Is cut down and wilheretb.
For we are consumed by thine anger and by
Thy wrath are we troubled.
She also read PauPs hopeful view of,
and argument upon, death and the resur-
rection from the first epistle 10 the CORN
THAN Christians, and then paid glowing
eulogy to the memory of the dead one who
lay with upturned face SO mute and cold,
10 the simple cloth-coYered casket there be-
fore her.
Many times she had talked with Uncle
charlie in his lifetime, and his words to
her during conversation had with him
ABOUT nine months ago before she went to
Chicago she repeated. II was brought up
10 say my prayers every night before /
went to bed" be had said, "and during all
these years. though my life has been some-
what checkered. / have never failed to say
my prayers. / believe in the same Savior
as yon do and in him l have the same
hope"
In reviewing the life of him whom she
had known for sixteen years, Mrs. Cooper
quoted from the Shakespearean characters
he mad lmpersonated as follows:
His life was gentle and the elements
SO mix'd In him that nature might stand up
ana say 10 all the world, his was mani
Mark Anthony in Julius Cesar"
This above all To thine self be true,
Ana 1t must follow. as the night the day,
Ihou canst not then be false TO any man.
Polonius to Laertes in "Hamiet.n
Speaking of his readiness to give to any
cause he considered worthy, she used the
words Of King Henry ":
he hath tear for pity. and hand
open as day for melting charity.
Mrs. Cooper took occasion to refer to the
tenderness with which he had been cared
for by his wife and friends during his
thirteen weeks of suffering, and before
kneeling in prayer ste repeated the fol-
lowing appropriate lines:
Over the river they beckon to me
Loved ones wbove passed to the other side;
The CLEAN of their snowy robes see
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
And sit and think when the sunsets gold
Is flushing river and hill and shore
Ishall one day stand by the waters cold
And list to the sound of the boatm an's oar:
shall know the loved who have gone before,
And 1oyfully sweet shall the meeting be,
When over the river-the peaceful river
The angel OF death shall carry me.