The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1924-01-31
LENiN'S BODY IN
4 MARBLE TOMB
Procession, in One of Coolest
Days Moscow Has Known,
Runs to Keep Warm.
PRISONERS ARE PAR0LED
Hall OF Unions Banners Say "He Is
Dead but His Work Lives
Massed Troops Keep Order.
Ceremony Very Simple.

Moscow.-The climax of an amaz-
ing week of national emotion was
reached at o'clock Sunday under the
ancient wall of the Kremlin when as
bells tolled and guns Numbered Stain,
Kameneff, Zinovieff, Bukharin, Rykov
and Kalinin bore Lenin's red-draped
coffin from the high dais where it had
lain all the afternoon to the marble
mausoleum, still covered by wooden
construction shed, under the shadow
of a huge plaste" statue of a work
man.
This statue the Bolsheviki set up as
a pendant to the bronze etfigy on the
opposite side Of the square Of the
blacksmith Mirin, who helped to free
Russia from Polish domination hun
dreds of years ago.
The crippled body of Nicolai Lenine
lies in a grave % feet deep that was
blasted out of the frozen soil below
the Red Square of Moscow.
Above the grave rises wooden
mausoleum, which is to be replaced by
concrete tomb when spring suns
again unlock the frozen Russian
wastes.
East. west, north and south, over
the white plains and under the gray
sky, rises the mourning cry of ma
ton, while in Moscow new leaders car
ry on the work of government the dead
man built
A million persons, bare-headed in
the biting cold, stood silent for blocks
around the Red Square, and in the
square itself, as Lenine's body was
lowered into the grave.
About them stretched a world OF
white silence. From where the Bal
tic ice fields stretch beyond the ram
parts of the Kronstadt to where the
eastern slopes of the Urals roll down
to the great Siberian wilderness, from
Northern Archangel to where Odessa
looks on the Black Sea, not 2 vince
stirred in all Russia.
Traffic and industry was stilled at
4 p. m. as all that was mortal Of lie
nine passed to the grave. The hush
of death fell on an ice-blocked coun
try.
Then, out of that cold silence, came
a voice, the far-fung call of govern
ment radio stations, hurting one mes
sage across the lonely forests, steppes
and mountains:
"Lenine is dead. His work lives
forever"
In the Red Square they were buryine
Lenine. But in ten thousand cite:
and hamlets a new deity, a legend
and tradition was being born.
Five minutes of silence ended. Mass
ed field pieces of the Red army thun
dered out a salute. Factory whistles
roared into the sky. Fro~l the masts
of the radio station here a broadcast
funeral march rolled out.
Such was the final act in the dra
matte story CT Lenine.
Long before dawn all Moscow was
astir. Thousands of peasants poured
into the city on sledges to attend the
funeral. Huge bCnfires blaZed in The
streets.
At o'clock, while the city was still
wrapped in darkness, a procession be
gan to move toward the grave. They
were the wreath bearers, carrying
some of the 600 wreaths from every
section of Russia. At o'clock anoth
er ghostly procession approached
| They bore great banners, emblazonet
| with words Of mourning.
At o'clock Stain, Minister of Ma
tionalities, and Zinovieff, President O.
the Petrograd Soviet, lifted Lenine's
coffin, aided by six workmen, from its
couch in the Union House, carrying
it on their shoulders to the door. There
| President Kalenine and Kameneff
| head of the Moscow Soviet, joined the
workmen in taking the coffin. On the
way to Red Square the pallbearer!
were relieved regularly, among those
taking their turn being Foreign Minis
ter Tchitcherin, Bucharin and Kras
sin.