The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-04-14

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benjamin Robinson, c. p. Albright.
S. I. Telfair, b. Cameron, John john
son. w A. Erwin, Thomas B. Womack,
J. 5. Cunningham, who sat on the front
seats, in front of the pulpit. In the
centre aisle seats, behind the active
pall-bearers, there sat the relatives of
the deceased, as follows: Mrs. Thos M.
Holt, DR.. and Mrs. Laird, A. w. Hay
wood and wife, C. b. Wright and wife,
Charles It. Holt and Thomas nj. Hot.
Mrs. u. NJ. Holt, mother of deceased,
L. Banks Holt and wife, OF Graham
Mrs. NJ. b. Wharton, Mr.. and Mrs. H..
wv. Scott, DIR. and Mrs. George Mebane.
of Asheville, Miss Carrie Holt, Miss
Cora Holt, Miss Louise Holt, Miss Mat
tie Holt, DIR. and Mrs. Williamson, Mr..
J. w. Mennifee and wife, George T..
Williamson and wife, B. J. Williamson,
and wife, E. H. Williamson, Findlay
Williamson, Lawrence Williamson,
Ranks and Walter Williamson, Capt.
j. NJ. Williamson and wife, Mr.. and
Mrs. Harry Spencer, Mr.. and Mrs.
Omega Foster, w. III. Williamson, of
Raleigh, James n. Williamson, Jr., Of
Ossipee, Mrs. Capt. White, MessrS. Har-
vie White, Ed. White, VIII White and
Miss Madeline White, Mr.. and Mrs.
James Holt, of Burlington. Walter Holt
and wife, II. G.. Holt and wife, II. j..
Holt. Col James H. Holt, Miss Daisy
Holt, Ernest Holt, Sam and Will Holt,
Mr.. Lawrence Holt and wife, Eugene
Holt, Lawrence S. Holt, Jr., Erwin
Holt. Misses Margaret, Florence and
Bertha Holt Master Williamson Men
uifee, and Charles Mennifee, Mr.. and
Mrs. VIII Holt, of Lexington, Mr.. HSr-
per Erwin, Lock Erwin and wife, W..
A. Erwin. Of Durham.
The honorary paIl-bearers occupying
corner seats on the left were: Governor
Carr, Henry Fries, Judge James G..
MacRae, Mai. j. w. Wilson, G. M. Bus
bee. Sidney Scott, Col p. B. Ruffln,
Col. a. B. Andrews, Joseph G. Caldwell,
VIM. Boylan, ST., DR.. Il. ID. HOgg, Col.
T. S. Kenan, DR.. Jas. Mckee, Judge
James r. Shepherd, c. b. benson, A. NJ.
Mcpheeters, G. q. Latta, r.. II. Gray,
r. II. Battle, DR.. F. J. Haywood.
Behind the flower-laden snulpit stood
Rev Hardin, once a classInate as coll
lege Of Governor Holt, and years ago
a pastor Of the church from which yes
terday he sent his boyhood friend to
the grave. His voice was full OF dry
toned emotion as he gave out the
hymns and read the Scripture 81 the
simple service. BY his side sat Rev.
McCorkie, the present pastor, and
grouped around him on the platform
were Revs Mes. Shields, A. Currie, III.
G. Kigley. Hunt, D. N. Cole, Thompson,
Bodenheimer. Smedes, Fleming and
Hume. representing every Pro0 ant
religion.
As the funeral party entered the
church the organist, Mr. Bacon, play
ed softly from the gallery that appro-
pirate, sad melody, witha touch Of hope
and gladness in the words and the mu-
sic, Abide With Ne"
And then when the people of the fac
tory town had walked silently into
their places aud filled every seat in
church and gallery, and crowded re-
speetfully to the windows and doors,
the services commenced.
They were Of a character unparal-
leled. perhaps, for impressiyeness in
the State IT Is doubtful ii ever such
an assemblage was gathered to hear
the last sad rites over any man in
North Carolina. certain it is that no
congregation was ever assembled to-
gether with more sincere sorrow at a
death. The services were simple-tx-
tremely simple They were the more
appropriate on that account. The few
words of the preacher, spoken with
feeling as true as it was evident, We're
of that sort which takes hold Of the
heart strings and brings the tear to
the eye, the lump in the throat.
From the rear Of the church a mans
voice rang out. 1t was a strong, full
voice, full of power The words it sang
so sWeetly were strong ones too, strong
in hopeful trust. The hymn was Lead
Kindly Light" the solOist was Mr. Leo
ID. Heartt, of Durham.
Rev. Harding arose to read a chapter
Of Scripture. His voice faltered as he
said the words, II am the resurrection
and the life, saith the Lord" He felt
deeply; he showed his feeling But
he steadied himself and went on,
though his voice deepened until it
came to listening ears like a husky.
whispered note of benediction. He
ended with prayer, and the congrega-
tion followed him reyerently.
Mr.. Currie, also an old pastor Of this
church, read the next hymn, Asleep IN
DEoIS It, UBDs Was AGGl3lA dtlEGbGtLs
The passing of many winters spent in
the service of the Lord has made him
feeble. He read the words felteringly,
but with pathos and feeling. Rev.
Harding arose again and gave out the
hymn, My Faith Looks up to Thee"
Pastor McCorkle stated that in ac-
cordance with the wishes of the family,
there would be no discourse. LET us
pray" he said, simply, and as the con-
gregation bowed forward or arose, he
commenced his appeal.
Such a prayer as it was. The words
were cogent, every one q chapter in
itself. But it was the expression, the
sympathetic intonation that seized up
on those in the church and made them
breath out heavily. An old. grey-haired
grandmother sobbed conyulsively; She
was too old to keep her emotion like
others present, hidden in her soul.
The prayer was remarkable, because
it was true. That was what made it
so startIingly forcible. 1t was pray
en- OF gratitude to the omnipotent