Flagman York Cavalry. S. Craig, formerly captain of Company A, First New Silently the cortege passed by the great city. As silently it left Jersey City, and passed on its way to the general's last resting-place. At various points a few people gathered. Demonstration was carefully avoided by halting outside Philadelphia, and at Baltimore by taking the Potomac route, which, with its tunnels, enabled keeping out of sight. The arrival at Washington was known and the people in large numbers, in silence, and with uncovered heads, paid their tribute to him who was well and personally known among them. It was 3.17 P. M. when the cortege entered the Baltimore and Potomac Depot. It was met by General Schofield, and Lieutenants Sawyer, Bliss, and Pitcher, of his staff, a Guard of Honor from the District of Columbia Commandery, Loyal Legion, and Troop B, of the Fourth Cavalry, Captain Lawton in command. As the train slowed into the station eight sergeants of the Third Artillery, under command of Lieutenant Danes, marched up the platform and formed in line. After the departure of Mrs. Sheridan with her father and sister, the artillery sergeants took the casket from the car in which it made the journey from Nonquit and bore it to a gun caisson belonging to the Third Artillery, which was draped with flags festooned with crape. As the caisson bearing the body left the station, Troop B, of the Fourth Cavalry, fell into line in front and escorted the procession up Pennsylvania Avenue to Fifteenth Street, and to St. Matthew's Church. Following the caisson in carriages were General Schofield and staff, Dr. O'Rielly, Colonel Blunt, and the Guard of Honor from the local commandery, Loyal Legion. As the body reached the church door it was met by a procession of the clergy and the sanctuary boys singing the "Miserere." After the casket had been placed upon the catafalque the preliminary burial service was recited, the choir singing a funeral hymn. The services concluded, the little company immediately left the church. Only the final services remained! only the requiem! only the funeral pageant! Then laid away among his dead our soldier will be at rest. Many poetical tributes have already been paid his memory, among them being those of Walt Whitman, David Graham, Adee, and others. But the finest of these is from the pen of Richard Watson Gilder, the poet-editor of the Century. It was published in the Critic, and bore the title "Grant, Sherman, Sheridan." Quietly, like a child That sinks in slumber mild, No pain or troubled thought his well-earned peace to mar, Though his the power to smite, Quick as the lightning's light His single arm an army, and his name a host, But in the battle's flame How glorious he came !— Even like the white-combed wave that breaks and tears the shore, While wreck lies strewn behind, and terror flies before. 'Twas he, his voice, his might,- Alone shame back the headlong, many-leagued retreat, He was our modern Mars, Yet firm his faith that wars Erelong would cease to vex the sad, ensanguined earth, Blest land, in whose dark hour Doth rise to mightiest power No dazzler of the sword to play the tyrant's part, Of such our chief of all; And he who broke the wall Of civil strife in twain, no more to build or mend; And now above his tomb From out the eternal gloom "Welcome" his chieftain's voice sounds o'er the cannon's knell; And of the three only one stays to say "Farewell!" Nor King, nor Peer, nor privileged Knave who stole On this Man's sword a hireling's lien did hold! We hold all dear who for our Union fought, Like some clear white light out centuried urn, -Richard J. Hinton. LYING IN STATE CHAPTER XXX. SHERIDAN'S LAST RIDE. QUAINT AND QUIET ST. MATTHEW'S THE WIDOW'S LAST FAREWELL THE DECORATIONS AND CATAFALQUE― CHANTING THE REQUIEM — SCENES IN THE CHURCH — THE DISTINGUISHED CONGREGATION — ALTAR BOYS AND DOMINICAN MONKS CARDINAL GIBBONS' SERMON THE FUNERAL PAGEANT BUGLER KIMBALL SOUNDS "TAP-TAPS "PUT OUT THE LIGHTS HISTORIC ARLINGTON AND SHERIDAN'S GRAVE. 66 GOOD-NIGHT It THE Church of St. Matthew's, on the corner of Fifteenth, and H Street Northwest, is a plain, simple, puritanical structure, at first glance to a stranger's eye looking quite unlike a Catholic Church. was the centre of attraction on the 10th of August, for the body of a beloved soldier of the Republic lay there in state, ere removal to its final resting-place at Arlington. Before the public was admitted, just before 8 A. M., Mrs. Sheridan, accompanied by her father and mother, General and Mrs. Rucker, her sisters, and Colonel M. V. Sheridan, entered the simple church building. A special requiem mass was celebrated by the pastor, Father Kervick, and then the church was left to the wife and mother and her sacred dead. Ere the attendant guard of honor retired, the coffin lid was removed for the first time since leaving Nonquit, so that the face and bust of the dead lover and husband might be seen by his devoted companion. Who shall intrude upon that holy communion - that sacred association of the "quick and the dead"? In solemn stillness alone—the sorely afflicted lady was left to such sorrow and yet such rapture of resolve as may well be supposed to commingle over so beloved a form. At last the father and mother stole in, and found their dear one kneeling still over her dead. Gently they carried her away, with that last look, that last treasured glance of his marble face and noble head to be carried forever in her memory. Only once more was the lid unfastened. That was when John Sheridan, the general's elder brother, a veteran of the ranks, an employing printer in Ohio, arrived from his home, and desired to once more look upon his famous |