THE FUNERAL PROCESSION.

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on the east, closing the long procession. Column after column of troops had wheeled into line on Euclid Avenue. The magnificence of the spectacle was forgotten in the sombre pageantry of the funeral car, the mournful dirges, the slow, measured tread of the soldiers, the fluttering of crapes, the shrouded banners of the military and civic bodies, and the long double line of mourners' carriages. The procession moved slowly, and when the advanced guard entered the Lake View Cemetery, five miles from Cleveland, the end of the procession was just leaving Monumental Square in Cleveland,

At 3.30 o'clock, the procession entered the gateway, which, draped in black, bore appropriate inscriptions. On the keystone were the words, "Come to Rest;" on one side were the words, "Lay him to rest whom we have learned to love;" and on the other, "Lay him to rest whom we have learned to trust." A massive cross of evergreens hung from the centre of the arch. The Marine Band, continuing the mournful strains, which it had kept up during the entire march, entered first. Then came the City Troop, of Cleveland, the escort of the President at his Inauguration. Behind them came the funeral car, followed by a battalion of Knights Templars and the Cleveland Grays. The mourners' carriages and those containing the Guard of Honor, completed the procession that entered the grounds.

Dr. Robinson opened the exercises at the tomb by introducing Rev. J. H. Jones, chaplain of the 42d Ohio Volunteers, which General Garfield had commanded. The Latin ode from Horace, “To Arestius Fuscus," was sung by the United German Singing Society. Dr. Robinson then announced the late President's favorite hymn, "Ho, reapers of Life's Harvest!" which the German vocal societies of Cleveland rendered. The exercises were closed by President Hinsdale of Hiram College, with the following prayer:

O God, the sad experience of this day teaches us the truth of wnat Thou hast told us in Thy word. The grave is the last of this world and the end of life. "Earth to earth; dust to dust; ashes to ashes." But we love the doctrine of the immortality of the soul, and the power of the endless life. Therefore, O God our Father, we look to Thee now for Thy greatest blessing. We pray, that the fellowship and the salvation of the Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour, and the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, may be with all who have been in to-day's great assembly. Amen.

BURIAL OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD.

Into his tomb on the shores of Lake Erie,
Lower him tenderly! Garfield, the Brave!
Never in all the long records of story,

Hath mortal been laid in so honored a grave.

See! the cable-bound nations in sympathy bending,
Over that spot where he finds his last rest ;
See! the world weeping, as in sadness and silence,
Earth opens for him her turf-covered breast.

Lower him gently! America's Ruler !
Peer of the mightiest sons of our race,
Lowly of birth, but chosen by millions,
To hold among princes the lordliest place.
Lower him gently! the Soldier, the Statesman,
Hero of battles, on Field, and in Hall!
In council most wise, and fearless in action,
With malice to none-forgiving to all.
Lower him gently! the calm, patient Christian,
Who trusted in God as life ebbed away,
Who rested on Christ in his weary death-struggle,
And found Him a Rock, a Refuge, and Stay.
Lower him gently! while cannon are thundering-
The bells of a continent sounding his fame;
While labor stands mute, and all the land over,
Bursts forth from each lip his illustrious name.

Lower him gently! while the tears of his nation
Are mingling with those who loved him so well;
While emblems of grief are solemnly waving

In city and town, on mountain, in dell.

Lower it gently! that heroic soul's temple!
Shattered, deserted, and ruined it lies!

Lower it tenderly! bury it reverently!

The soul it enshrined still lives in the skies. PHILADELPHIA, September 26th, 1881.

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