Arizona republican., 1910-04-24

New York. April 23.-Mark Twain's body began it's last journey from the sunny chamber where it had lain in Stornfield to spot in Gods acre. where it rests at last beside those whom the lamented author loved long since. but lost awhile
 The funeral services were said in the old Brick Presbyterian church. at Fifth avenue and Thirty-seventh street in this city by Henry Van Dyke. pro- lessor of Princeton university this afternoon. The prayer was pronounced by Dr. Joseph Twitcheli of Hartford. Conn. Mark Twain's old friend and pastor Early tomorrow morning the body will leave for EImira over the Lackawanna railroad
 In accordance with the wishes of the family. the services were brief and simple The only music was an organ prelude The Death of Asa. by Grieg. There was modest display of white lilies. lilies 1f the valley. white and red roses. orchids and sweet peas about the coffin.
 Those who wished were permitted to view the features. The invitation was by card. but after the friends and family had been seated the church was well filled by the general public. In all. the services took but half an hour.
 Tn his address. Dr Van Dyke said: This is not the place nor the time for q eulogy of the famous writer. the honored represe ntatiVe, American. The touch of grief is upon We think of Mark Twain not as q celebrity. but as a man whom we knew and loved,
 Those who know his work as whole know that under the lambent. irrepressibIe humor which was his gift there was foundation of serious thought and noble affections and de sires. A mark of his higher humor is that it does not laugh at weakness. but at the pretentious. the vain and the hypocritical.
 Mark Twain laughed many of the worlds false claimants out "f court and entangled many of the worlds false witnesses in d net ot ridicule. He touched the absurdities Of life with not unkindly mockery and made us feel somehow the infinite pathos of Iife's realities. No one can say he ever failed to reverence purity and the frank. joyful. genuine nature of little children. of whom Christ has said. of such is the Kingdom of heaven"
 A hearse among the green lanes of spring is d sad thing to see. As those waiting at Bedding station saw the white horses and black van now and again between the pencilled tra- cery of the willows. there arose memory of how the same hearse had last wended the same winding road from the same house. on Christmas night Jean Clemens had died on Christmas eve. while her Christmas tree stood in the living room a: Stormfield fully garnished and un- touched Her body was sent % FL mira on Christmas night. That was Mark Twains last Christmas.
 No news of her death had reached the few scattered houses that are in Rcdding That Christmas night was furiously stormy and the snowflakes drove like shaIe The first intimation was when tardy passenger. opening the door of tho Bedding station. found himself confronted with four tall. si- rent men III ti' snow with coffin. It was on this night that the newspapers heard that Mark Twain was dying and sent him telegrams of inquiry.
 "I hear" he wrote in reply. that the newspapers say am dying. would not do such a thing at my time of life I am behaving myself as well as can. Merry Christmas to every body.
 Storms beat upon the daughter: the sun shone today upon the father: the hearse plodded through the lanes. After it followed Albert Biselow Paine. his cherished friend and bi- ographer with Jarvis Langdon. his favorite nephew. and in a closed car riage in the rear the only living daughter. Clara. her husband. Ossip Gabrilowitsch. and Claude. the faith ful butler, and old Katie Leary, the housekeeper. on the front seat. There