spect and confidence of this nation than James A. Garfield, and no crime against man ever so awakened the indignation of the world, or called forth such sympathies for the sufferer from all civilized nations, as did his assassination. The services at the catafalque began at 10:35 a. m. As introductory, a portion of Beethoven's funeral hymn was sung by the Cleveland Vocal Society; after which selected. passages of Scripture were read by Right Rev. Bishop G. T. Bedell. Prayer was then offered by Rev. Ross C. Houghton, D.D., of the First M. E. Church, Cleveland, Ohio. The Vocal Society then sung the hymn: "Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Tho' sorrow and darkness encompassed the tomb; The Savior has passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy light through the gloom." The funeral sermon was delivered by Isaac Errett, editor of the Christian Standard, of which the following is the concluding passage: "When an illustrious military chieftain, whose name shook the world with terror, was dying, he directed that his winding sheet should be lifted on the point of a lance and carried through the streets of the city, accompanied with the proclamation, This, this is all that remains to Saladin the Great of all his glory! So fades the glory of the world; and if there be nothing beyond this frail and feverish being of an hour" but the winding sheet and the grave-if a glorious man, such as he whose death we mourn, must be compelled at last to say to corruption, Thou art my father,' and to the worm, Thou art my mother and my sister,' then must we say, with the wise man of the ancients, Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.' There is a value in the labors and in the honors of earth only as they educate us for a better life; and in view of that better life the brightest glories and richest prizes of earthly ambition are but the toys of childhood, which must soon be thrown away as valueless. "There is a tenderer and a more awful voice that speaks to the members of the family-to that sacred circle within which the true life and character of our departed President were better developed and more perfectly known. than anywhere else. "What words can tell the weight of anguish that rests upon the hearts of those who so dearly loved him and shared with him the sweet sanctities of home-the pure love, the gentleness, the kindness and the manliness that pervaded all his actions, and made his home a charming. one for its inmates and for all that shared its hospitalities. It is of all things the saddest and most grievous, that these bound to him by the tenderest ties shall hear that voice of love no more, greet him never again in the morning, receive nevermore at night the benediction of the loving hand that rested upon the heads of children, and besought the blessing of God upon wife and mother, son and daughter. "The dear old mother, who realizes here to-day that her fourscore years are after all but labor and sorrow, to whom we owe, back of all that I have spoken of, the education and training that made her son what he was, and who has been led from that humble home in the wilderness side by side with him in all his elevations, has shared with him the honor and the glory that came to him step by step as he mounted up from high to higher to receive at last the highest honors that the land could bestow upon him what words of comfort can we speak to her? Left behind him, lingering on the shore from which he has passed to the other side, what words can express the sympathy that is due to her, or the consolation that can strengthen her heart and give her courage to bear this bitter bereavement? May she realize the truth of the blessed assurance, Even to your old age, I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.' "And the wife, who began with him in young womanhood, and has bravely kept step with him right along, through all his wondrous career, and who has been not only his wife, but his friend and his counselor, through all these successions of prosperities, and this increase of influence and power, and who, when the day of calamity came, was there, his ministering angel, his prophetess and his priestess, when the circumstances were such as to forbid ministrations from other hands, speaking to him the words of cheer which sustained him through that long, fearful struggle for life, and watching over him when his dying vision rested upon her beloved form and sought from her eyes an answering gaze that should speak, when words could not speak, a love that had never changed, and that now must be immortal. What words of man can soothe the anguish of this awful hour? If human sympathy can avail, a world in tears comforts her in this great sorrow. But there is one whose mission it is to bind up the broken heart, to give beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness,' who has said, When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned, neither shall the flame kindle upon thee; for I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Savior.' May the God who was the trust of her youth and the guide of her womanhood, and who has promised to be the Judge of the widow and the Father of the fatherless, be her help and her refuge in this time of trouble. "And the children, left fatherless in a world like this, yet surrounded with a Nation's sympathy, and with a world's affections, and able to treasure in their hearts the grand lessons of their father's noble and wonderful life, may be assured that the eyes of the Nation are upon them, and that the hearts of the people go out after them. While there is much to support and encourage them, it is still a sad thing, and calls for our deepest sympathy, that they have lost such a father, and are left to make their way through this rough world without his guiding hand or his wise counsels. But that which makes this terrible to them now is just that which will make very sweet and bright and joyous memories to fill all the life of the coming years. By the memories of that love the loss of which they deplore, and by all the loving ties that bound them in blessed sympathy in the home circle, they will be en abled to live over again a thousand times all the sweet life of the past; though dead, their father will still live with them; though his tongue be dumb in the grave, he will speak anew to them a thousand beautiful lessons of love, and righteousness, and truth. "May God, in his infinite mercy, fold this stricken family in his arms, and bless them as they need in this hour of thick darkness, and bear them safely through what remains of the troubles and sorrows of the pilgrimage unto the everlasting home, where there shall be no more death, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things shall have forever passed away. "We commit you, beloved friends, to the arms and the care of the Everlasting Father, who has promised to be the Judge of the widow and the Father of the fatherless, in his holy habitation, and whose sweet promise goes with us through all the dark and stormy paths of life, I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.' "I have discharged now the solemn covenant trust reposed in me many years ago, growing out of a friendship that has never known a cloud, a confidence that has never trembled, and a love that has never changed. Thou hast "Fare thee well, my friend and brother. fought a good fight; thou hast finished thy course; thou hast kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for thee a crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to thee in that day; and not unto thee only, but unto all them also who love his appearing:" Jabez Hall, pastor of the Euclid Avenue Christian Church, then read General Garfield's favorite hymn, which was beautifully sung by the Vocal Society: "Ho, reapers of life's harvest, Why stand with rusted blade The golden morn is passing, Along the route to the cemetery, a distance, perhaps, of |