The evening world., 1894-06-04

Some re lily beautiful women were
there whose African origin was told
only in. their peachy brunette COM
plexions and their dark, lustrous eyes.
There We're other women, overdressed
and self-reliant, won ru Who follow the
races" There We're children; there
were even babies in their mothers arms.
OF the men, some were regular and de-
Sout worshippers a the churCh-Sray-
heads who joined in the hymns en-
phatically but TREMENDOUSLY. Seated next
to them, perhaps, We're racing touts and
stable followers; a horde of fellows who
pick up n precarious living at the race
tracks, and whose present luck was
shown by gorgeous raiment or ragged
clothes. There were only a few white
faces.
Polo Jims body was removed from the
house where he had lived. No. 32l West
Forty-first street, at l.30 =. NJ. There
was immense excitement in the neigh
borhood, which Is populated by colored
people. Every window was filled with
people who We're most respectful in their
demeanor. The sidewalks were crowded
On either side of the htarae as it moved
away walked the pail-bearers, William
" Ngleton, l.. blackburn, II. Pryor
" -ge Greed, Fred Piper, Edward "
Nalliams, }. A. Wilson and l. Haines.
fine looking fellows who had been in
Inmates of Polo jim. Arrived at the
church. which Is OH Forty-cighth street,
between Sixth and Seventh avenues, the
remains We're met al the central door
BY Rey Ernest Lyon, the pastor ana ana
two ministers led the procession UP the
aisle, while the congregation, GREATNESS
and reverent. remained standing.
The casket. which was handsome
Of the preachers platform, On its top
Ing thu SoTa PasES 0Ts'f IN
teiles. The nearest OF kin seated them
selves in the front Psws e the rtsht! Of
the back oi the pew in front Of her, While
her BODY shook shand as she wepd5' d ,N she was va,
that died not long ago, when It was
Tile knew he was dying" she walled; lie.
conscious until he died. He gave orders
SSF buried neRs to oar s Saby Saa ne wanted
Mr.. Lyon Announced tie frst hymn.
The preacher is n small man. but his
slight frame evidently contains vast
amount OF anu IRE. lie
speaks with extraordinary rapidity, but
perfectly distinct.
= "Let us sing the nine hundred and
ninety seventh hymn" he said, land
let the congregation join In the sing
Ing"
When on the verge OF death,
My trembling soul shall stand
Ready TO cross that awful brink.
Lord, at thy command.
The words of the hymns were sim
pie, almost childish hut as they
sounded to the music of quaint old tunes
they were rarely expressive. This one
hymn ran;
And must be to judgment brought
To answer In that day
& For every vain and idle thought,
And every word say!
Yes, every secret OF my heart
Shall shortly be made known.
And receive my Just desert
- For all that have done.
I Rev. Mr.. Lyon chose that last hymn
with a purpose, He had determined 10
draw a sharp lesson from Polo Jim $
life for the benefit of the sinners that
JiuN's death had brought within sound
of has voice. The preacher, reading from
a card, announced THE remains that
lies before you are those of Ambrose
Allen Jefferson. He was forty years
and nine months old. He was born in
New Orleans. He was sick three days.
E-3sdeath may, therefore, be considered
sudden" Having thus paved the way.
Rev. Mr.. Lyon proceeded with the
funeral Grafton. The church was as
still as the grave.
ut is fitting" said the preacher. that