The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1899-03-18

the voluntary closing of stores and the
absolute suspension of business. Indus
try manifested her love by the sitting
of the loom and stopping of the shuttle.
Agriculture left the plow in the furrow
and brought garlands fragrant as his
fame.
1t was as sweet, as sad holiday as
ever dawned on town or village. Mean
time the bells are tolling AN the while
At the station the casket was taken
from the box in which it had been ship
ped from Cuba. Then at 11:30 o'clock
escorted by the military; by delegation
, of hundred citizens. veterans and sons
of veterans. who acted as IL guard of
honor; by the mayor and board of alder
men, and by the citizens and visitors, the
body was taken to the home of the de-
ceased's sisters-Mrs. A. c. McBee and
Miss Kate Shipp-where Mrs. Ship is
After an hours stay there, it was re-
moved to the court house, which had
been draped in mourning, and decorated
with Cuban and American flags. 1t was
placed on IA catafalque and lay in state
until 3 O'Clock p. M, when it will be
taken TO st. Luke's Episcopal church,
where the funeral services were con-
| Quoted
| Before the casket was taken from the
| Shipp home a short funeral service was
| held by DR. Marshall. This was ut The
request of Mrs. Ship, for it was he
| who but Il few years ago united them
| in wedlock.
| The casket was viewed by the people
| during the two hours that it lay in
state in the court house. 1t was guarded
| by a detail from the Lee Rifles.
| On it lay picture of Lieut.. Shipp,
| taken Il short while before he was kill
ed: also two royal palms from Cuba
bound together by a white satin ribbon,
and two sabres. crossed. One was Il
very handsome weapon of German make,
Il present from Lieut.. Powhatan Clarke,
who purchased it while attached to the
| German army at Dusseldorf. Lieut..
Ship always priced it very highly and
had 1t the day he was killed. The other
sabre was the one used by Lieut..
Ship in his Indian campaigns in the
west.
At 3 O'Clock the body was taken to
st. Luke's Episcopal church, where the
last sad rites were performed. The SER
vices could not have been more beauti-
fully impressive.
At the grave a last prayer was spoken
and dirges were sung. Dust to dust
ashes to ashes,' said the preacher as
the muifled clods lell into the new
made grave. Then the Lieutenant's sa-
lutte was fired by the military, taps were
sounded by the bugler and the heroic
dead was left alone, resting beneath a
bank of flowers.
No. not alone. a peoples love lies
buried with him.
No more fitting. place could have been
chosen than that high eminence looking
across quiet fields where mild-eyed Peace
smiles to the blue mountains in the
May distance.
''Here-here's his place, where meteors
shoot, clouds form,
Lightnings are loosened,
Stars come and go. Let joy break with
the storm.
Peace let the dew sendi
Lofty designs must close in like effects:
Lofty lying,
Leave him-still loftier than the world
suspects,
Living and dying"
Loving hands and hearts will erect to
his memory the granite shaft, cut and
chiselled with words of eulogy. but his
most enduring monument is his pure
life. his historic death, the love of his
people. These stand out like scntinels
above his grave, pointing unborn genera
tions to the same virtues, the same noble
self sacrifice.
The Spanish war has brought before
the world many heroes-but not one did
broynr Iaa1 nr 1iad n mara harnic life
than did the lamented Ship. His life
was spotless. his courage was grand, his
death was heroic. What praise is too
high for him. what tribute has he not
earned: what wreath is he not worthy
to wear!
In the hayersack of the dead man was
found half written postal card TO his
wife, penned during the battle Its
words bear evidence that the Dread
Reaper did not come to him wholly UNI
expected. Duty called him and he went.
even though he knew death was lurking
along the path. 1t is such courage as this
that has made the American soldier and
sailor invincibe
| The story of his death has often been
told. How on that fatal first day of July
the morning sun rose dripping from the
cal zenith, where the sky. so serenely
blue. melted into infiniteness.
| Then all at once, like the far away
| boom of waters. came the roar of can
non and musketry around Santiago.
| Great clouds of smoke We're belching
forth and rising, hung low to the battle
| field on San Juan Hill.
| Deeper and more sullen grew the
strife The minutes dragged by. The
sun was showing lurid through the awful
density Men rushed to death fearlessly.
Some dropping. called out in agony and
| lay quite still. Others wildly bore on
ward the flag of glory. Eyes cleaned
| like fire and blood like water flowed.
Swifter than the dart of meteor was
the work of slaughter. Mems hearts
were pierced by bayonet as they rushed
on-on to madness whose only balm
was death.
Now the hillside is cleared. The tide
of battle has shifted. The valley is
bathed in blood and victory perches
above our banner. Men and horse and
gun lay in heaps. Their work is done
The sun is going down behind the
wooded heights. His long shafts of pur-
pie and scarlet are falling about the