New Britain herald., 1914-08-12
MRS. WILSON BURIED
 BESIDE HER PARENTS
Body Of Presidents Wife Inferred
 in Rome, Ga, Cemetery.

hOIIl0, Td. FhuS' 1A'"NlTS. " OOu- row Wilson, wife of the nations presi- dent, was buried here yesterday at Myrtle Hill cemetery. Rain fell in torrents while the casket was being lowered into the grave, which is be- side those of Mrs. Wilson's father and mother, almost within sight of the house in which she lived as a girl. Last night the president was speeding eastward on his return to Washing ton.
 Although thousands of visitors came to Rome yesterday to do honor to the memory of Mrs. Wilson, a Sa bbath-like quiet prevailed. The special force of police augmented by members of the Georgia National Guard, found little to do beyond warning traffic from the streets through which the procession moved.
 Borne to Hearse.
 It was exactly 2:3O P. M, when the presidential special arrived and a few minutes later the casket, cov- cred with grey broadcloth and bear ing single wreath of flowers, was lifted from the funeral car by eight of Mrs. Wilson's cousins and borne to the hearse.
 As the train steamed into the sta ton, church bells throughout the city were tolled. A wide space had been cleared about the station and the thousands of people assembled there stood back respectfully. Those who bore the casket were Edward T. Brown Atlanta; Ebert M. Hoyt, Wade C.. Hoyt and Nathan Hoyt, Rome; B. P. Axson. Savannah; Ram do1ph Axson, and Edward T. Brown, Jr., and Frank c. Gebreath, Atlanta.
 Black Draped Streets.
 The president, followed by Secre- tary and Mrs McAdoo, MT. and Mrs. Sayre, Miss Wilson, Professor Axson, and other near relatives and mem- bers of the party quickly left the train and entered their carriages. The procession then moved through black -draped streets to the First Presbyterian church.
 More than 500 relatives and friends of the Wilson and Axson families already were gathered in the little church which Mrs. Wilson used to at tend when her father, the Rev. Ed ward S. Axson, was pastor there. The church was draped in black, with intertwined wreaths of white flowers. On one wall was a white marble tab- let to the memory of Mrs. Wilson s father. Flowers were<piled high about the catafalque.
 Simple Short Service.
 As the president entered, following the casket, Chopin's Funeral March was played on the organ. A simple short service was conducted by the Rev. G. G. Sydnor, the local pastor. The president, his daughters, Secre- tary McAdoo and MT. Sayre occupied the front pew in the center and back of them were other members of the ia amily, Dr. Grayson and Secretary Tumulty Two old hymns, girlhood favorites of Mrs. Wilson, were sung by the church choir. The Rev Dr. sydnor then read"hriefly from the Scriptures and spoke of the beauty and character of Mrs. Wilson's life.
 As soon as the church service was ended the short journey to Myrtle Hill cemetery was begun. School girls, dressed in white and holding laurel branches, lined the streets through which the procession passed. Behind them were thousands of peo-
 
 and sorrowful.
 DownpOur Became Torrential
 The cortege was close to the ceme- tery when rain began to fall. The downpour soon became torrential A tent erected over the grave gave par tial shelter to the family group, but the thousands of people who came to witness the burial were without pro- lection.
 Services at the grave were brief and of impressive simplicity. The presi- dent stood with head bowed as the final rites were performed. As he stood there with his daughters, MT. Wilson made no effort to conceal his grief. As the hushed voice of the preacher read the burial service, the presidents form was visibly shaken by emotion and the tears streamed down his cheeks. Others of the party wept si- lently. After the final benedctisn was pronounced the president slowly re- turned to his carriage. His eyes were those of one Gazad hut bis rto,