Our Special Correspondent’s Impression of the Service

The last funeral ceremony in the President’s old church at Canton was very moving. Amidst intense silence, the whole congregation standing, the coffin covered by the national flag was borne in and placed in position by the sailors and marines who had never left it night or day since it was given into their charge at Buffalo, followed by officers of the army and navy in full dress. After the members of the President’s family had entered hymns were sung by a quartet. The preacher of the funeral sermon said that to know the late President was to love him. The nation’s anxiety now is for the bereaved widow, who has won the admiration of all by so bravely trying to bear up against the crushing sorrow that has overtaken her. Whilst the service lasted thousands of men, marshalled to do honour to the late chief magistrate, were continuously passing, but not a sound was heard except the rumbling of gun-carriages, for the mass of mourners—for all the nation is mourning—stood perfectly quiet realising the great solemnity of the passing pageant. The service ended, the faithful attendants filed in and tenderly lifted the remains of their great chief, bearing it away to its final resting place in the cemetery[.]