"The church had been very appropriately put in mourning for the occasion. The large portrait in the vestry was shrouded in crape, showing nothing but the figure of the aged preacher, as he stood in the pulpit. In the great chapel, the pulpit, and the recess back of it, were dressed in drapery of black crape. The entire front of the gallery, all around the house, was festooned with black. The organ, also, was appropriately dressed in mourning, in good keeping with the other arrangements.
"The house was thrown open for the public at two o'clock, at which time large crowds were waiting at the doors; and for a full half-hour before the services were commenced, every seat and foothold upon the floor, aisles, window-sills and recesses, excepting reserved pews, were occupied. At three o'clock the corpse arrived. The clergy, numbering somewhere between sixty and a hundred, proceeded from the vestry to the pews assigned them. The members of the Second Universalist Society also had their appropriate places. The corpse was borne to the position in front of the pulpit, the bearers proceeding in the following order:
| Rev. Dan'l Sharp, D. D., | THE BODY. | Rev. Edward Turner, |
| Rev. S. Barrett, D. D., | Rev. S. Streeter, | |
| Rev. S. Cobb, | Rev. T. Whittemore, | |
| Rev. L. R. Paige, | Rev. Josiah Gilman. |
"During the entrance, the organ gave forth a mournful prelude. The sight was a most affecting one,—so vast a multitude with such an expression of sorrow upon their countenances.
"1. The services were introduced by a funeral chant, after which
"2. Scriptures were read by Rev. O. A. Skinner.
"3. The following hymn was sung, many of the congregation joining their voices to that of the choir.
HYMN.
"On Zion's holy walls
Is quenched a beacon-light;
In vain the watchman calls,
'Sentry! what of the night?'
No answering voice is here;
Say,—does the soldier sleep?
O, yes,—upon the bier,
His watch no more to keep.
Still is that heaven-touched tongue,
Pulseless the throbbing breast;
That voice with music strung
Forever put to rest
To rest? A living thought,
Undimmed, unquenched, he soars,
An essence, spirit wrought,
Of yon immortal shores.