The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-02-07
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tC0ntinued from Page One) | flowers her dead husband often had sent her in the glad other days. Then 1 the soldier, sailor and marine com rades stopped and raised the fallen chieftain to bear him out for his last journey. @t N
 Outside, the other 1ien of the guard had double-lined the short way across the sidewalk to the waiting hearse. As the house door swung back and the three clergymen stepped out to take their places beside the hearse door, up and down the steep narrow street the multitude which had waited long for this brief glimpse, uncovered in the chill air. The men of the guard stood at stiff salute as their comrades bore the casket down through the double bank and lifted it gently into the hearse
 Behind the casket came Mrs. Wilson in deepest black, with a thick veil guard. ing her sadness from curious eyes, She leaned on her brothers arm and was helped into waiting car that moved off at once down the hill behind the hearse. The honor guard was formed in rank on each side.r
 One Daughter Absent
 Next from the house came William G McAdoo. The daughters of the dead President were supported on his arms as he helped them to the car awaiting them. Behind these came the other members of the family, the brother and the nephew and those less closely kin to the dead. There was but one vacancy in the immediate family circle left by the place Mrs. Sayre, the third daugh. ter, and her husband would have filled had time permitted their arrival.
 Behind them came President and Mrs. Coolidge, leading the distinguished men and old comrades who made up the party.
 The funeral train reached down to Massachusetts avenue and swung around to the right for its slow journey up to the cathedral. There are few houses along the broad street in it's two-mile tree-lined length to the cathe- dral close. Police and soldiers and ma r1nes were strung along the way to keep back the crowding thousands who stood in deep ranks on either side all along the way. The military guardians were without arms, but they and the police, as the cortege passed, each rem dered his stiff salute to the dead. Be hind them in the ranks of citizenry that had waited so long standing five to ten deep at every vantage point, heads were barred and there was weeping among the women.
 Procession Moves Slowly
 It had taken long to get the funeral train in motion and still longer for its slow progress up the %hill to wind in through the cathedral grounds to the chapel entrance past other thousands. Already the company that would take part in the last public ceremony was gathered in the narrow compass of the chapel. For an hour the organ sounded from the building in mpurnful cadence and as the funeral train wound in through the cathedral gate, the great chimes rang out in slow tones, sending the old. consoling melody of Nearer My God to Thee" ringing through the chill air to catch the ear of many thousands in nearby streets.
 Within the chapel, banked with flowers, the cabinet members and dip- lomatic corps were seated and with them the delegation from Senate and House and those from societies of vet erans. The only vacant chairs were those that awaited the funeral party, Scores stood for hours in the open space behind.
 Led by the cross the choir moved into the aisle leading to the altar, which was banked on either side by the flowers that filled every nook and cor ner sand flowed over into the outer cor ridor, lining both sides of the approach entrance. Thus between walls of bright blossoms the honor guard was lifting the casket down to bear it in to it's place at the rail.
 Arrival At Chapel
 1t is over this outer door of the chapel, cut deep in the stonework. that the inscription "The Way to Peace" is set. And through that portal of peace Woodrow Wilson was tenderly carried with the ,clergymen, walking ahead and the saddened widow follow ing after.
 As the casket was carried through the inner door and into the aisle the choir moved slowly onward toward the altar in hushed silence. Then. from his place as he walked, Dr! Taylor raised his voice:
 "l am tie resurrection and. the life saith hte Lord,' he read, and on down through the scriptural passages until the choir had filed on to it's place be- side the altar. The clergymen took up their stations, standing before the altar, the two Presbyterian ministers in their black gowns, the bishop and his col league of the Epicopal cathedral in white vestments.
 Just before them the body bearers set down their burden. again and withdrew to join their comrades ip the standing group at the back of tHe room. The black gowned widow, theEtwo daughters and the other members %of the family moved to their place on4the left while President Coolidge and the honorary pallbearers and old friends turned to vacant seats to the right, where the cabinet members already stood.
 Then Bishop Freeman began reading the 39th Psalm: Lord let me known mine end' the murmur of the responses filling the dim chamber. He read on through the lesson:
 Now Is Christ risen from the dead. and became the first fruits of them that slept" and at the close, the choir sang softly andS without organ accompaniment, the dead president s favorite among the old hymns. Only the mems voices of the choir shared in the tender melody, the boys were silent
 Day is dying in the west;
 Heaven is touching earth with rest"
 The blending voices, led by clear pure tenor. gave the old hymn an in. finitely sweet appeal and it seemed that Mrs. Wilson's head was bowed in tears behind her heavy veil. Gather us who seek Thy face
 To the fold of Thy embrace,
 For Thou art night"
 The last tones rang softly in the
 np cut raulting of the chapel roof
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