Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1901-09-28

weeping DltLerly, ana Lney stopped Dy
dozens to gather the blossoms which
lay at their feet, and carried them
away as mementoes.
School chiIdren's Tribute.
The sweet pea blossoms that were
scattered along the road were the offer
ing OF the school children Of Nashville,
Tenn, and no tribute OF love that was
seen during the funeral exercises more
amply fulfilled it's mission, or more
completely carried its message of at.
lection.
After the veterans, came in well set
ranks with rifles at arms port the
men of the Sixth Ohio infantry Of the
National Guard, the engineer corps OF
the National Guard from Cleveland,
and the comrades Of the late president
in the ranks Of the Twenty-third Ohio
volunteers during the civil war.
Then came long line Of carriages
bearing the members Of the family and
the distinguished visitors. From the
first carriage that stopped at the foot
Of the walk leading up to the vault,
President Roosevelt and Commander
CowIes of the navy alighted. Lines were
formed on both sides of the walk lead
ing to the vault and moment later the
funeral car arrived.
The casket was gently lifted from the
hearse, and borne to the door of the
vault where 1t was rested upon the
catafalque 1t was carried by the same
men Of the army and navy who had
carried it ever since it left Buffalo.
Bishop Toyce, of Minneapolis, read the
burial service of the Methodist church,
slowly but in a voice that could be
heard distinctly by all who were
grouped around the vault
Sounding Of the Last Taps"
Then Colonel Bingham, in charge,
waved his hand to eight buglers of the
Canton band, who had taken stations
upon the side of the mound above and
to the south of the vault. Instantly
from the eight bugles rang out the
notes of the soldiers last call--"taps."
1t was beautifully done, and the last
notes of the bugles died away so soft
ly that all who heard 1t remained lis
tening for few seconds to hear if it
was really ended. When the last
notes had floated away Secretary VIII
son was in tears, Secretary Hitchcock
was also weeping and the President
was gazing grimly at the walls.
The President, the members of the
cabinet and the officers of the army
and navy then entered their carriages,
and followed by the members of the
family, passed out of the cemetery
and returned to the city. The delay
caused by the services at the vault
being over. the procession resumed its
march. AS the head of the division
containing the knight Templars
wheeled into the cemetery, the quar-
tette, that had been delayed in reach
ing the place for the previous cere-
monies, took up position to the south
of the vault and sang Farewell, My
Brother" This hymn YVES followed
by others, including Rock of Ages"
THE Christians Good Night" and "The
Wayside Cross" The selections were
beautifully rendered, and no part of
the funeral ceremonies in Canton was
more impressive. The darkness was
gathering fast as the knights sang on,
and many in the multitude around the
casket were moved to tears. and the
sound of sobs was distinctly audible
in the crowd that lined the fence be-
yond the line of national guards.
The Last Resting Place.
Nature has been kind in selecting
the last resting place for President
Mckinley. Westlawn Cemetery is on
high knoll overlooking the peaceful
valley with the busy little city of Can
ton laid out below. If IL were not for
an intervening church spre one might
get from this elevation a glimpse of
the Mckinley home. Here, looking out
on his native city and his native state,
the body of William Mckinley is laid
| to rest. The beauty of the grounds
here attracted the attention OF the
country's best landscape gardeners,
VINO nave Journeyed here to study us
attractions.
| Yesterday it was doubly beautiful,
with the rustling trees giving off their
/ first yellowed leaves of fall, and add
ing golden touch to the green-clad
slopes. Just inside the stately entrance
stands the gray stone vault, where for
time the casket will repose. It's
dreary exterior was relieved by great
masses of flowers, banked all about
and above until the gray walls We're
shut out from view, but in due time 1t
! will be taken from the vault and com.
mitted to the little plot of ground lying
| further on.
This is the Mckinley lot, and here
| lies his father. whose name he bore; the
mother he guarded so tenderly in life;
his brother James, his sister Anna and
his two children. And when the time
comes a stately shaft of granite Will
arise above the grave, telling of the
civic virtues, the pure life and the
martyred death or William Mckinley.
FLOWERS WERE EVERYWHERE