The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-05-26
LIES MEATH
 MAY FLOWERS Dr. Patterson is Asleep in Beautiful 0akwood. SERVICES AT THE CHURCH Loving Tributes Paid by Fellow
 Ministers. Great Congregation Filled House of Worship to Show Affection for
 Late Pastor of Presby-
 terian Church.

Under lowering clouds, in cold drizzling rain, the mortal remains of Dr. George W. Patterson, pastor of the First Presbyterian Church, were laid to rest in Oakwood cemetery yester- day morning.
 Crowded about the little lot on the eastern hillside, several hundred friends had gathered with the relatives of the dead pastor to pay their tribute to the memory of the man. Unmindful of the rain, with heads barred. men gath shelter of canvas women stood, re- gardless of discomfort and the damp. As the impressive burial service was read by Rev. Sterling Foster, D. D., co-worker and for twenty years inti- mate friend of the dead man, sounds of grief, sobs and deep drakn signs. rose from the group. Strong men wept. and women gave way to their emotions. Steadily. ceaselessly, mono through the service came the batter of the rain.
 Profusion of Flowers.
 Gently and with care the black cas- ket was lowered in the grave. Heavy slabs were mortered fast against the attacks of future time. The family and members of the funertal cortege took their departure. until only a few re- mained. Then. loving hands placed flowers on the tomb. Higher and higher, the mass of fragrant petals grew. emblems of freshness. of purity, of beauty. white. pink. yellow. blue, soft delicate colors of rose, carnation and sweet pea, were placed gently over the spot where the loved one lay. Mas sive pieces, gates ajar, harps. clusters of flowers cut were heaped high, a magnificent tribute of affection and esteem. And still the willing hands brought more offerings. The top of the tomb did not suffice. Over the lot the tributes were laid, soft carpet of beautiful colorings of natures sweet est gifts until they formeA circle several feet wide about the grave. Lying at oneacorner of the lot, on the very edge of the floral carpet, stood a tiny sheaf of golden grain, a symbol of the garnered life.
 Reverent hands gave the final touch- es to the grave. The few who had re- mained, looked their last upon the off, ferings of love. Then they, too. de- parted, vending slowly down the hill, borne down with grief and sorrow, their minds filled with memories of him who lay alone on the hillside. For the first time, perhaps, came the full realization that their leader. friend companion had left them to return no more.
 Location of Grave.
 Half way to the brow of the hill, the body of the Presbyterian leader lies. Below him, terracing down into the ravine, and then rising again on the other side, are the graves of hundreds of others. Many times in life did Dr. Pat terson repeat the words of the burial service for others laid in the earth within sight of his own resting place. Beyond the limits of the city of the dead can be seen the smoke and spires of the city wrerein he spent five years of his busy life. The hum of its activity, the activity of men and women working, struggling, fighting for the rewards of existence, do not penetrate to this spot, but the evil dence of toiJlng humanity are clear ly to be seen. A beautiful prospect IL Is from here, Nature and the works of man spread at once before the eye, the calmness of the dead, and the turmoil of troubled life.
 So lies pr. Patterson. Asleep in Jesus" the choir sang. His life had been cast among the walks of man. He had labored and worked for the ad- vancement of man. Now his body rests among the tranquility of the dead, close to those among whom his lot had been thrown. but apart, pres ence that was and Is no more except in memory to those loved him and whom he loved. Sealed against the ravages of time. his body lies secure. until the time when the secrets of the dead and of the Great Beyond shall be laid open to the understanding of man.
 It was an impressive throng which