The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-11-01


 casket in which Henry George rested. The children, of whom there were nun dreds, were raised aloft by the guards and held while they gazed at the fea- lures of a man whose funeral and whose memory they will remember and honor.
 In the early light of dawn the body was moved In plain hearse from the hotel to the palace, unattended save by the guards of honor and four police men. Behind the hearse came a single carriage, containing Anna George, the youngest daughter who insisted upon accompanying the body to the Grand Central Palace. No persuasion could sway her from her purpose, Weeping | bitterly she stood at the head of the stairs at the hotel and begged to be permitted to go. She wished to arrange the flowers about the casket in which her fathers remains reposed. Plead lngs proving vain, she became importu- nate and refused to permit the body to be taken away unless she accompanied it, The other members of the family, their grief emphasized by the child $ utter abandan of anguish, yielded, and ~N-NAieNAo oSciSC, lIGt DlOIilSit tSNoii- panied her to the palace There with loving hands she arranged the flowers as she would have them, and permitted no one to lend the slightest aid.
 It was o'clock when the doors were opened and immediately several hun dred who had been waiting without en- tered the hall with barred heads. They saw at the head of the hall an im- mense display of floral tributes and in the center a plain heavy black cloth covered casket resting on dais Though the glass they saw the dead man reposing calmly, his pale features unrutf1ed as if in sleep, the left arm resting lightly on the breast, the other by the side. The remains were clad in black broadcloth, turndown collar and a plain black tie.
 For the first half hour the throng filing up the hall in double file, passed at the rate of 1,500 an hour, but shortly the numbers swelled and grew until at one time eighty passed in one min- ute. At this rate, 5,000ean hour, the crowd passed until the churches emp tied their audiences into the vast con- course which was vending it's way
 
 and which filled Forty-sixth street and Third avenue for many blocks For the last two hours the crowd came at the rate of 6000 an hour. This is the | highest rate obtainable under such cir cumstances as these. Any greater ce- lerity would have meant an undigni- | fled irreverent rush. In this throng were few celebrities There were mo- | ticed Abram Cahan, author and social ist leader; Maurice J. Powers, John J. | Maher and Allen Johnson, a brother | of Tom Johnson. August Lewis, single | taxer, wept bitterly as he passed by and tenderly laid a bunch of violets on the glass. A woman who followed | in the line about an hour later, laid as | her tribute a modest bunch of pinks | alongside the yiolets.
 i At o'clock or a few minutes before ! the line was stopped and those who could not get in were compelled to turn | back and get out from the police lines | A careful estimate of the number who | could not. get in places it at 50000 Then came another throng-those who wished to hear the eminent divines de- liver the oration over the remains. Dur ing the last hour the orchestra played | Chopin's Funeral March, Handeps Largo and the Lost Chord" | Floral decorations were profuse | There was a mass of wreathed flowers | from the Chicago Single Tax club. On 1 the card accompanying the wreath was 1 the following verse:
 | The Friend of Man. | o, ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, 1 Draw near with pious reverence and at tend;
 Here lies the loving husbands dear remains, | The tender father and the generous friend {; The pityng heart that felt for human woe, The dauntless heart that feared no human | pride;
 | The friend of man. to vice alone foe.
 For cen his failings leaned to virtues side.
 There was wreath of white roses and immorteles from the proprietor of the Union Square hotel and another wreath from MT. and Mrs. Edward Max ham; these with other tributes were | grouped around the casket. The casket i itself was devoid of any ornament save the heavy silver handles and the plate which read:
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