Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-24
TR|bUTEbYVANDyKE
Speaks of Mark Twain as the
Man Beloved.
0BSEQUIES IN new YORK
All Who Wish Allowed to Look on
Face of Dead Humorist.
SERVICES OF HALF AN HOUR
Body to Be Taken for Burial to FL
mira, N. T., Early This
Morning.

this afternoon. Prayer was pronounced
by DR.. Joseph H. Twitchell of Hartford,
Conn, Mark Twain's old friend and pas
| tor.
At 2:20 tomorrow morning the body will
go to Elmira. over the Lackawanna rail-
road.
In accordance with the wishes Of the
| family. the services today were brief and
simple. The only music was an organ
prelude, the Death Of Ase." by Grieg.
There was a modest display of white
lilies of the valley, white and red roses,
orchids and sweet peas about the coffin.
Those who wished were permitted to view
the features.
Invitation was by card. After the
friends of the family had been seated the
church was well filled by the general pub
lie. In all, the services took but half an
hour.
DR.. Van Dykes Tribute.
In his address DIR. Van Dyke said in
part:
This is not the place nor the time for
eulogy of the famous writer. the hon.
ored and representative American.
Here we are all of us simply human.
The touch Of grief is upon us. We think
of Mark Twain, not as the celebrity, but
the man whom we knew and loved.
Those who know his work as whole,
know that under the lambert and ire
pressible humor, which was his gift, there
was foundation of serious thought and
noble affections and desires. The mark
of his higher humOr is that 1t does not
laugh at the weak, the helpless, the true,
the innocent, only at the false, the pre-
tentious, the vain, the hypocritical.
Mark Twain laughed many of the
worlds false claimants out of court, and
entangled many Of the worlds false wit
nesses in the net of ridicule. He touched
the absurdities Of life with not unkindly
mockery and made us feel somehow the
infinite pathos Of lifes realities.
mo one can say that he ever failed to
reverence the purity, the frank. joyful,
genuine nature of little children, of whom
Christ has said, of such is the kingdom
of heaven"
Memory of Another Death.
A hearse among the green lanes Of
spring Is a sad thing to see AS those
waiting at Redding station, today, saw
the white horses and the black van now
and again between the penciled tracery
of the willows there rose the memory
Of how the same hearse had last wendell
the same winding road from the same
house-on Christmas night.
Jean Clemens had died Christmas eve,
while her Christmas tree stood in the
living room at Stormfield. fully garnish-
Ell anu uIlIOuCICu. I1cI was oCiit
to Elmira Christmas night. That was
Mark TWain's last Christmas
No news of the death had reached the
few scattered houses that are in Redding.
That Christmas night was furiously
stormy and the snowflakes drove like
shot.
The first intimation the village had of
Jean Clemens death was when a tardy
passenger opening suddenly the door OF
Redding station, found himself confront
fo,, al oil on In
struggling in the snow with a comm. 1t
was on This night that the newspapers
heard that Mark Twain was dying and
sent him kilograms of inquiry.
Il hear" he wrote in reply, that the
newspapers say am dying. I would not
do such thing at my time of life. 1
am behaving myself as we'll as l can.
Merry Christmas to everybody.
Friends and Kin Follow After.
The storms beat upon the daughter;
the sun shone today upon the father
The hearse plodded through the lanes
After it followed Albert Bigelow Paine
the cherished friend and biographer, with
Jervis Langdon, the favorite nephew, and
ma closed carriage at the rear the only
living daughter. Clara, and her husband.
full butler, and old Katie Leary, the
housekeeper on the front seat
There was no procession Of mourning
neighbors, no demonstration along the
way.
The shining rosewood coffin stood upon
ba ggage truck in the garing sunlight
On the cover was a silver plate. inscrib-
ed: Samuel Langhorne Clemens. Mark
Twain. 1910"
Above the plate lay a wreath of noun
tain laurel. emblem of immortality, pick
ed from the Tamarack hill Dan Beard
his old friend and neighbor, who illus
trated many of his books. had stumbled
over the rocks and roots in the dark to
pluck them the night before, and had sat
up into the small hours to weave them
with his own hands.
The train began to draw out Of the
station. AS it gathered way a farmer on
the platform said soberly:
There goes q man whom the country
knew as we'll as George Washington"
There was no sign that anybody at
succeeding stations through which the
train passed knew what burden it carried.
The family party occupied compart-
ment. Old Katie. the housekeeper, sat in
a corner and wept silently.
Housekeeper Mourns for Him.
ct made him comfortable" she said,
'.just before he sank to rest. The nurses
couldn't please him, but he rested when I
eased him, and Thank you, Katie, you
do everything just right he said
1.-THE day before he had Miss Clara into
his room to sing Flow Gently, Sweet
Alton He asked for and she sang the
old Scotch ballad for him. He took real
pride in his daughters voice, and 1t is
a mistake to think. as some have said,
that he was opposed to her career"
F. A. Duheka and Maj. Leigh of Har-
per Brothers met the party at the Grand
Central station. Still without attracting
attention the hearse crept slowly through
the crowded streets to the church.
There was crowd at the doors before
they opened. but no crush and no disor-
der.
Among those who attended were Mr.. and
Mrs. Andrew Carnegie, Robert J. Collier,
Peter F. Dunno (Mr. Dooley). Robert In
derwood Johnson OF the Century Maya
zine. Prof. Brander Matthews, w. D.
Howells. James Lane Allen. Carol Beck
traitor: Robert Bridges, the poet: e. s.
president of the College Of the City of
New York: II. H. Rogers. Jr.; Joseph
Choate, Col. D. Appleton. Thomas Went
worth Higginson and delegations from
the Authors, the Lotus, the Century and
the Players clubs.
French Press Eulogizes Twain.
PARIS, April 23.-The French press
continues to print extended articles con-
corning the life OF Mark Twain. who is
estimated as one of the illustrious lights
of American literature.
The Temps. which ranks Mr.. Clemens
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