George G. Meade Post, of Philadelphia, of which the dead general was a member. Behind them, and coming slowly down between the ranks of soldiers at a present arms, were the family and Among them were President Cleveland, Vice-President Hendricks, ex-Presidents Arthur and Hayes, and Senator John Sherman. mourners. As the car reached its place before the door of the tomb, the Governor's Island band, stationed on the knoll to the north, started to play, and all down the ranks muffled drums beat a sad tattoo. When the casket had been placed in the cedar lead-lined box, the members of Meade Post stepped forward, and, as was their right, began the last services over the body of their dead comrade. At the close of Chaplain Wright's prayer, a grizzled bugler came out of the throng, and, standing directly over the body, sounded "Taps." Post Commander Alexander Reed then said: "One by one, as the years roll on, we are called together to fulfil the last sad rites of respect to our comrades of the war. The present, full of the cares and pleasures of civil life, fades away, and we look back to the time when, shoulder to shoulder on many battlefields or around the guns of our men-of-war, we fought for our dear old flag. We may indulge the hope that the spirit with which, on land and sea, hardship, privation and danger were encountered by our dead heroes may never be blotted out from the history or memory of the generations to come-a spirit uncomplaining, obedient to the behest of duty; whereby to-day our national honor is secure, and our loved ones rest in peace under the protection of the dear old flag. May the illustrious life of him. whom we lay in the tomb to-day prove a glorious incentive to the youth of our country. As the years roll on, we, too, shall have fought our battles through, and be laid at rest, our souls following the long column to the realms above, as grim death, hour by hour, shall mark its victims. Let us so live that when that time shall come those we leave behind may say above our graves: 'Here lies the body of a true-hearted, brave and earnest defender of the republic."" Then Bishop Harris came forward and began the beautiful burial service which commences, "I am the resurrection and the life." When he had concluded, he read from Corinthians xv. 41 and following verses: "There is one glory of the sun and another of the moon, and another glory of the stars, for one star differeth from another in glory," etc. Then Comrade Lewis E. Moore laid a wreath of evergreens upon the casket, saying: "In behalf of the post, I give this tribute as a symbol of undying love for comrades of the war." Comrade John A. Weidersheim laid flowers upon the coffin, and named them symbols of purity. Another wreath, of laurel, was laid upon the casket by Comrade J. A. Sellers, as a last token of affection from comrades-in-arms. Rev. Dr. Newman read the balance of the burial service. Then came an address by Rev. J. W. Sayres, chaplain-in-chief of the department of Pennsylvania, G. A. R., in which he spoke, according to the formula prescribed for such occasions, of another comrade's march being over, whose virtues all should cherish, whose example all should emulate. Again came the grizzled bugler to the front. In his eyes were tears, and his lips quivered. With trembling arm he lifted the instrument to his lips, and there broke upon the still air the beautiful and sad notes of the soldiers' long farewell, called by them "Rest." With the last quavering notes of the soldiers' "Good-Night," a gun from the Alliance, in the river below, boomed out. But one gun was fired; and as its echo died away in the Jersey hills, the casket was placed in the steel case and taken to the tomb. Throughout the whole country, East, West, North and South, that August day, impressive memorial services were held, and eloquent tributes paid to the great soldier. "Blessed are Pain, the smiter, And Sorrow, the uniter! A symbolled sacrifice And all our rancor dies! "No North, no South! O stern-faced Chief, "For North and South! O Soldier grim, Who broke them! He whose terrors blazed Whose fate-like glance sent fear and chill; All hands dropped down - all War's red cost And Shame and Glory! Fall back! "Death and Fate, Another touch is thine: He drank not of thy poisoned wine, Nor blindly met thy blind thrown lance, Till every well of hate was dried; And North and South, sad sisters, cried, CHAPTER XXVII. TRIBUTES TO GENERAL GRANT, ANECDOTES, AND VARIOUS REMINISCENCES. SAID AID Senator Hoar in his eulogy, delivered at I do not think I am indulging the exaggeration so often imputed to Americans on occasions like this, when I say that for the last twenty years of his life, if you measure General Grant by what it was his fortune to accomplish, or by the honors which have been voluntarily paid him by mankind, he was The foremost living man of all the world. He had commanded armies larger than were ever handled by any general before or since. Under his command those armies saved the life of his country. He was called to the chief executive power in a time of unexampled difficulty. With that power he preserved his country's honor. But he achieved conquests more difficult than these. He subdued to affection and reverence the hatred born of a great civil war, and the Old World's prejudices of rank and birth. As his body left Mt. MacGregor for its last resting-place, a throng of princes and nobles and warriors and statesmen gathered in Westminster Abbey to do him honor. It is, as you all know, in English eyes, the holiest 'spot of the proudest empire of the Old World. There for a thousand years England has garnered up the sacred dust of her royalty and chivalry, her poets and her sages. One of her most famous preachers told that august assembly that "this man rose by |