The Monmouth inquirer., 1924-02-14

NOW unto Him that is able to keep
! you from filling. and to present you
faultless before the presence OF His
glory with exceeding JOY.
ITO the only wise God our Saviour,
the glory Ind majesty, dominion and
power. both now and ever Amen.
Funeral Party Leaves House
It was S:15 o'clock when the short
service ended and the funeral party
began to leave the house. where the
hearse waited ready for its great load
of honor and of sorrow. The minis
ters were the first to file out OF TIE
white portal and then on the shout
ders of the eight men, who, like him.
rad offered their all to their country
in its trying days, Woodrow Wilson
was borne out Of the white portal he
never was to enter again
AS the casket was carried across
the sidewalk others CT the guard OF
honor stood at salute. The widow.
who through the long months OF sui
fering had been his ever present help,
followed slowly on the arm Of her
brother Behind her came William
G. McAdoo, with Mrs. McAdoo and
Miss Margaret Wilson; Joseph Will
son, the former Presidents brother,
and his wife, and then President AID
Mrs. Coolidge.
Slowly then between crowds that
shut in the two miles Of avenues and
winding lanes to the Cathedral the
funeral cortege moved away. The
President, after all his travels, was on
his last journey down to the narrow
place where his broken body will find
sepulcher.
1t was the third cortege of which ne
had been a part since he left the
White House. The first was that in
honor of the unknown hero that SYM
bolized to him the man who went
forth at his command and returned no
more. Just six months ago he had
followed Warren Harding to the Cap
itol in a pilgrimage that typified the
sorrow of nation.
The whole way of the funeral cor
tege as it wound up the long, hill to-
ward the towering cathedral was
lined, too, with many thousands OF
those who had seen the war President
mass In the days of his health and
power, and there we're many eyes that
moistened and many threats that felt
a clutch of sorrow.
Those selected for honorary pail
bearers-some the associates of days
in Washington and some old friends
of college times-rode Immediately
behind the sorrowing family. Three
negro servants, among them the
southern Iarky who had smoothed the
pillows of the dying man and refused
to leave his bedside as long as life re-
manned. we're given places in the sol
emn cortege. Twenty cars were in line,
The procession was more than 20
minutes late before it turned from
Massac husetts avenue into the CatEe-
dral grounds.
The Cathedral Service
Members of the cabinet, represent
atives of many organizations that
had asked permission so to honor the
dead and the ambassadors and diplo-
mats of the foreign countries were
crowded into the little enclosure that
witnessed tbs writing of the end Of
the earthly history of Woodrow Viii
son.
The Cathedral services had been set
for $3.50, but it was o'clock before
AS it approached the Cathedral chimes
began to play the old hymns in swell
of melody that f1oated out over the
city and down across the Potomac,
where the unknown soldier sleeps at
Arlington.
1t was estimated that 10000 per-
sons were assembled in and about the
grounds of the Cathedral.
The service men again took up their
burden, and preceded by Bishop Free
man and followed by those who had
come from the house they passed
through the doorway marked THE
Way of Peace" and down the broad
central aisle of the little chapel
There was a sudden hush over the
600 people gathered there as Bishop
Freeman recited the simple service.
Great Slab Opened After Services
The great slab in the center of the
floor under the shadowy graceful
Gothic arches of the crypt was not
raised until the services, lasting Is
minutes, were over. A derrick on
rollers was ready in the north vestry
to be pushed in to lift the thick gray
mottled slab by its brass rings from
its brass bound setting The pulleys
began to creak soon after the cham
Der was cleared Of officers of the Re-
public headed by President Coolidge,
men now in Office as well as those
who sat in the Wilson cabinet.
About the dark pit which had been
opened by the lifting of the slab at
their feet stood Mrs. Wilson, Mrs.
Eleanor Wilson McAdoo. Miss Marga-