The Century illustrated monthly magazine . ere, surrounded byevergreens and lilies, it lay for several hours,the people passing by in mournful was closing in, with rain and wind, whenthe train reached Harrisburg, and the coffinwas carried through the muddy streets to theState Capitol, where the next morning the samescenes of grief and affection were seen. Weneed not enumerate the many stopping-placesof this mournful pageant. The same demon-stration was repeated, gaining continually inintensity of feeling and solemn splendor ofdisplay, in every city through which the pro-cession p
The Century illustrated monthly magazine . ere, surrounded byevergreens and lilies, it lay for several hours,the people passing by in mournful was closing in, with rain and wind, whenthe train reached Harrisburg, and the coffinwas carried through the muddy streets to theState Capitol, where the next morning the samescenes of grief and affection were seen. Weneed not enumerate the many stopping-placesof this mournful pageant. The same demon-stration was repeated, gaining continually inintensity of feeling and solemn splendor ofdisplay, in every city through which the pro-cession passed. At Philadelphia a vast con-course accompanied the dead President toIndependence Hall: he had shown himselfworthy of the lofty fate he courted when, onthat hallowed spot, on the birthday of Wash-ington, 1861, he had said he would rather beassassinated than give up the principles em-bodied in the Declaration of Independence. 1 General E. D. Townsend represented the Secre-tary of War, Rear-Admiral C. H. Davis the Secretaryof the m ^W=^ THE FUNERAL CAR. (AFTER A PHOTOGRAPH BY P. RELYEA.) Here, as at many other places, the most touch-ing manifestations of loving remembrance camefrom the poor, who brought flowers twinedby themselves to lay upon the coftin. The re-ception at New York was worthy alike of thegreat city and of the memory of the man theyhonored. The body lay in state in the CityHall and a half-million of people passed indeep silence before it. Here General Scottcame, pale and feeble, but resolute, to pay histribute of respect to his departed friend andcommander. The train went up the Hudson River bynight, and at every town and village on theway vast crowds were revealed in waiting bythe fitful glare of torches; dirges and hymnswere sung as the train moved by. Midnighthad passed when the coffin was borne to theCapitol at Albany, yet the multitude rushedin as if it were day, and for twelve hours thelong line of people from northern New Yorkand the neighboring
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