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Why stand ye idle, waiting

For reapers more to come?
The golden morn is passing,
Why sit ye idle, dumb ?"

At 11.45 Dr. Charles S. Pomeroy delivered the final prayer and benediction.

The funeral procession moved from Monumental Park at five minutes before twelve o'clock.

A succession of heavy showers so delayed the funeral procession that the line had to be broken before it reached the cemetery, and forming in files on either side of the avenue for nearly three miles the military and civic societies made way for the funeral car. The state militia were stationed at the entrance to the cemetery, and on either side of the driveways leading to the vault where, at Mrs. Garfield's request, it was decided to place the remains. The steps to the vault were carpeted with flowers, and on either side of the entrance was an anchor of tuberoses and a cross of white smilax and evergreens. Festooned above it a heavy black canopy was stretched over the steps from which the exercises were to be conducted.

At half past three o'clock the procession entered the gateway, which was arched over with black, with appropriate inscriptions. In the keystone were the words "Come to rest;" on one side were the words Lay him to rest whom we have learned to love," on the other "Lay him to rest whom we have learned to trust."

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None of the President's family, except two of the

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boys, left the carriages during the exercises at the tomb, which occupied less than half an hour. Dr. J. P. Robinson, as president of the day, opened the exercises by introducing the Rev. J. H. Jones, chaplain of the forty-second Ohio regiment, which General Garfield commanded. Mr. Jones said:

Our illustrious chief has completed his journey's end, - a journey that we must all soon make, and that in the near future. Yet when I see the grand surroundings of this occasion, I am led to inquire, Was this man the son of the emperor, of the king, that wore a crown? For in the history of this great country there has been nothing like this seen. Yet, I thought, perhaps, speaking after the manner of man, that he was a prince, and this was offered in a manner after royalty. But this is not an offering such as is made to earthly kings and emperors, though he was a prince and a freeman, the great commoner of the United States. Only a few miles from where we stand, less than fifty years ago, he was born in the primeval forests of this State and this country, and all he asks of you now is a peaceful grave in the bosom of the land that gave him birth. I cannot speak to you of his wonderful life and works. Time forbids, and history will take care of that, and your children's children will read of this emotion when we have passed away from this earth. . . . You brethren here of the South, I greet you to-day, and you brethren of the North, East, and West. Come, let us lay all our bitternesses up in the coffin of the dear man. Let him carry them with him to the grave in silence. Till the angels disturb the slumbers of the dead let us love each other more, our country better. May God bless you and the dear family; and, as they constitute a great family on earth, I hope they will con

stitute a great family in the kingdom of God, and where I hope to meet you all in the end. Amen.

After an ode by Horace, sung in Latin by the United German Singing Society, Mr. Robinson announced the late President's favorite hymn, “Ho, reapers of life's harvest," which the German vocal societies of Cleveland sang with marked effect. The exercises closed with the benediction by President Hinsdale, of Hiram College, and, reëntering their carriages, the mourners drove hurriedly back to the city, to avoid another shower which was threatened. The military and masonic escort left the cemetery in the same order in which they entered, and kept in line until the catafalque was reached, where they were dismissed.

The following day the sad family of General Garfield returned in gloom to their home in Mentor; there, secluded from the public gaze, to weep with each other, a precious privilege to lovers of quiet like them, who had been in the focus of the world's gaze for so many terrible weeks.

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