The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1906-04-20
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mourning within"
At the City Hall the body remained
in state until the next day, when 1t
was borne by the guard Of honor to
St. Philips Church. Bishop Gads-
den, with great feeling and solemn
ity, read the burial service, to which
succeeded an eloquent funeral dis
course by the Rev. Mr.. Miles. The
holy rites ended, the body was again
borne by the guard Of honor to the
western cemetery of the church to the
tomb erected for it's temporary abode,
a solid structure Of masonry raised
above the surface, and lined with
cedar wood. Nearly, pendant from
the tall spar that supported 1t, droop-
ed the flag Of the Union, its folds
mournfully sweeping the verge Of the
tomb, as swayed by the passing wind.
Wrapped in the pail that first cover
ed it on reaching the shores OF Car
DINA, the iron coffin, with its sacred
trust, was lowered to its resting place,
and the massive marble slab, simply
inscribed with the name Of "Cal-
houn," adjusted to its position. The
lingering multitude then slowly pas
sed from the burial ground.
"And we left him alone with his
glory.''
The last offices Of respect and VEN
Grafton, such as no other man ever re-
ceived from the hearts and hands Of
Carolinians, had been rendered, but it
was felt by all that no monument
could be raised too high for his ex-
cellence, no record too enduring for
his virtue.
"Tanto nomini nullum par elo-
gium.'
For many weeks after the interment
the marble that covered the tomb was
daily strewn with roses and other fra
grant flowers, and vases containing
such and filled with water, freshly
renewed, were placed around the spon-
taneous offerings Of the people. An
oak, the emblem Of his strength Of
character, was planted at the foot,
and a willow, whose branches soon
dropped over the grave, became a
type Of the general sorrow.
A Favorite Daughters triubte.
The late Mr.. John F. Calhoun,
granddaughter of the Senator, once
let the speaker read and copy an arti-
Gle in Mrs. Clemson's handwriting, a
faded sheet of mourning paper, writ
ten in the Capital Of far-away Bel
GUM. Listen to the expressions OF
the grief Of a favorite daughter:
"Oh! my dearest father, can it be
possible I shall never see you more!
Has that noble heart ceased to beat
is that eye Of genius closed forevers
Shall T never again be welcomed by
that sweet smile and that extended
hand? Shall I never again hear that
voice utter words Of affection or ap-
proval, which filled my heart with
gladness? How could so much good
ness, so much greatness leave us So
soon? We might have hoped that you
would have been spared us many years
and I, your daughter, I who knew
you best and loved you most was tar
away. I had not even the melancholy
satisfaction Of soothing your last
hours! Did you think Of me, dear
father, in that solemn moment? Did
you remember what an aching v1od
your death would cause in your
daughters heart? You to whom every
action Of my life was referred. Did
I act as I thought you would approve
I said my father would be pleased
did I feel inclined to fail in any duty,
or give way to selfisPress, the thought
that you would blame me did you
know it was sufficient to restrain me.
No one, not even you, knew what you
were to me. You we're the embodiment
of my mind of the perfection of hu-
man virtue, and when harassed as we
all are I lost courage, I had only to
think of your noble firmness and
cheerful philosophy, and shame for
nv momentary weakness, and cour-
age for the future, sprang up in my
mind. To be thought worthy to be
your daughter was my highest am
bition-to be approved by you my
greatest reward.
"Where is your equal to be found?
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