Would you know him in his happier estate of gentleness, tenderness and affection, as husband and father, go to his home, where purity, peace, and love reigned supreme. There his inner life was displayed without restraint. There was his retreat from the vexatious cares of public life. There was wedded love of thirty-one happy years. She of his youthful pride and choice was his supreme and constant delight. He was her tower of strength; she was the joy of his soul. He was her honorable pride; she the confidant of his secret thoughts. He was faithful to his bridal vows; she reciprocated his undivided love. Such a home was the dream of his life. Upon the western hills that overlook our National Capital, he found that sweet, sweet home, where he had hoped to spend yet many a happy year, and with Goldsmith sing:

In all my wanderings round this world of care,

In all my griefs, and God has given my share,
I still had hopes my latest hours to crown,
Amid these humble bowers to lay me down,
To husband out life's taper to its close,
And keep the flame from wasting by repose.

Around my fire an evening group to draw,
And tell of all I felt and all I saw,
And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue,
Pants to the place from whence at first he flew,
I still had hopes, my long vacations past,

Here to return, and die at home at last.

Alas, that I must add :

No more for him the blazing hearth shall burn,
Nor busy housewife ply her evening care,

Nor children run to lisp a sire's return,

Nor climb his knee the envied kiss to share!

It is not possible for us to suppose for a moment, that a life so magnanimous and unselfish, and so beautiful in its domesticity, should be without the element of religion. Bluff, sturdy, honest, Logan was a Christian in faith and practice. Here is his Bible, which he read with daily care. Sincere and humble, he accepted Christ as his personal Saviour. When I gave him the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, too humble in spirit to kneel on the cushion around the altar, he knelt on the carpet, and, with his precious wife by his side, received the tokens of a Saviour's love. His manly brow shone like polished marble, for he felt that he was in the presence of the Searcher of all hearts. It was his last sacrament on earth. Let us hope that he will have a Eucharist in the skies.

Standing by the tomb of Grant, on last Memorial Day, Logan de

livered an oration on immortality. He called upon the sphinxes, and the pyramids, of Egypt; upon the palaces of Sennacherib and Nebuchadnezzar; upon the philosphers of Attica and the Campagna; upon the mystic worshippers of the Druids, and the pictorial monuments of the Mexicans; upon the poets and orators of the world, to witness that "hope springs immortal in the human breast," and demanded of them, "Why this longing after immortality?" And, rising above all these in glory and authority, he turned to the Divine Prophet of Nazareth, and from His blessed lips received the sweet assurance: "Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God, believe also in Me. In my Father's house are many mansions; I go to prepare a place for you."

Logan has entered into the fruition of his immortality. He has answered the morning call of eternal life. He has translated his oration into a deathless experience. He has heard the Master say: "It is enough; come up higher."

At the conclusion of the funeral oration, Bishop Andrews pronounced the benediction; and the Presiding Officer an nounced that the procession would move in accordance with the printed "Order of the Day."

THE FUNERAL PROCESSION TO ROCK CREEK CHURCH-YARD

SERVICES AT THE TOMB-SOUNDING "TAPS (LIGHTS OUT).

From the Senate Chamber the funeral procession now slowly moved in due order to the east front of the Capitol. It was led by the Clergy and Medical attendants; then came the honorary pall-bearers; then the casket; then the Committee of Senate and House of Representatives; then the afflicted family and attendants; the President's Cabinet, the Supreme Court, and the Diplomatic Corps followed; then the body of Senators, followed by the Representatives with the Speaker at their head; then Officers of the Senate, Governors of States and other invited persons; and lastly the Committees of the Grand Army of the Republic and other veterans.

Meanwhile, " on the plaza to the east of the Capitol," says the Star, "were ranged the carriages which were to bear the various committees and the invited guests to the cemetery. Behind these were enfiled the military organizations, which were to form the escort, standing at parade rest,

Upon the high marble steps leading to the Senate and House wings were masses of people who had been unable to obtain entrance to the building, and who for an hour and more stood, exposed to the wintry air and the occasional gusts of snow and rain, awaiting the conclusion of the ceremonies in the Senate Chamber. As the casket, preceded by the pallbearers, was borne slowly down the steps of the eastern front, the Marine Band played the hymn, Nearer, My God, to Thee.' Every head was uncovered as the casket was placed in the hearse, and the military came to a 'present arms." Then the invited guests were conducted to the carriages, and,. headed by the Marine Band playing a dirge, the procession started." It marched in the following order:

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Lieut. Gen. P. H. Sheridan, marshal; chief of staff, Brevet Brig. Gen. Albert Ordway, United States volunteers, headed the line. toon of mounted police; Aides-de-camp, Lieut. Col. M. V. Sheridan, U. S. A., Lieut. Col. Sanford C. Kellogg, U. S. A., Lieut. Col. Stanhope E. Blunt, U. S. A., Brevet Major Emmett Urell, U. S. V.; Carriage containing Rev. Dr. Newman.

FIRST DIVISION.-Division of Marine Band; battalion U. S. Marine corps, with arms reversed; Battalion of Third United States artillery, Col. H. G. Gibson; Light Battery C, Third United States artillery, Capt. J. G. Turnbull.

SECOND DIVISION.-Division of Marine Band; Detachment of U. S.. seamen from U. S. S. Albatross, Lieut. Commander W. W. Rhoades ;. District militia; Union Veteran Corps; Wilson Post, of Baltimore; Grand Army of the Republic; colored veterans.

THIRD DIVISION.-Detail of ten Capitol police, commanded by Captain Allabaugh; G. A. R. guard of honor; Hearse drawn by four black horses; G. A. R. guard of honor; Carriages two abreast, containing Sergeant-at-Arms Canady, Deputy Sergeant-at-Arms Christie, the Senate and House committees of arrangements, the family of General Logan, Senators, Representatives, officers of the army and navy, committee of Mexican war veterans, committee of the military order of the Loyal Legion, committee of the Grand Army of the Republic, committee of the Army of the Tennessee, and citizens of Illinois. The rear was brought up by five hundred clerks of the Pension office.

The bleak and bitter wind, with heavy gusts of driving snow and sleet, together with the deep slush in the streets,

conspired to make the march from the Capitol-to Pennsylvania Avenue, to 15th Street, to Vermont Avenue, to Rhode Island Avenue, to Seventh Street, and to Rock Creek Churchyard, far beyond the Boundary-a most trying one. Says the National Tribune:

The procession was more than a mile in length. The veterans of the Grand Army made a superb appearance. Though the snow and water were ankle deep, they marched through it with regular steps, paying the last tribute to their illustrious comrade-in-arms. Crowds were gathered all along the line of the procession from the Capitol steps, down the hill, up Pennsylvania Avenue, and as far as the course of the procession lay through the populous part of the city. The carriages were driven in double line, preceded by the various orders on foot. Multitudes were assembled on both sides of the avenue and along the car tracks, and no cars or other vehicles were allowed to cross the line of procession.

At last the procession reached Rock Creek Church-yard, and here the remainder of the Burial Service and the impressive military ritual of the Grand Army of the Republic being rendered, the mortal remains of General Logan were temporarily committed to the vaulted tomb; and then, as the loud and clear and long-sustained notes of the bugle rang out and died away again upon the chilly air of the last expiring day of the year 1886-sounding "Taps" (lights out) --the casket, out)--the covered and surrounded by the beautiful floral tributes of the dead General's friends, was left to the charge of a military guard furnished from the Veterans of the Soldiers' Home. THE EFFECT OF LOGAN'S DEATH UPON WASHINGTON SOCIETY" -EMILY T. CHARLES' POEM ON THE DEATH OF LOGAN."

The effect of General Logan's death upon the social life of the National capital was plainly visible in all of its many circles, and was fairly reflected in the Washington telegraphic correspondence of the Inter-Ocean, December 30th, as fol

lows:

Nothing is talked of in the city but the dead Senator and his stricken wife. General Logan's sturdy figure, bronzed face, and keen eyes have

so long been an integral feature of Washington's social and political life that he is missed at every turn, and his wife is so popular in Washington society that every tear she sheds falls heavy on the homes wherein she was always a welcome and honored guest. It seems more than strange to connect the idea of mourning with Calumet Place, for it is essentially what Maurice Egan calls "a house of sunset tints." Rich crimsons, warm yellows, clarets, wine-browns, and the brilliant tracery of wampum are the prevailing colors of the house, and an artist would fairly gloat over the Navajo blankets, the "live" tones of the Indian pottery, and the notable collection of native American weapons and curios gathered in the parlors. Wherever the Senator travelled on the frontier he won the good-will and affection of the Indians whose country he traversed, and his only rival in their regard was his wife, whose beautiful olivart face, brilliant eyes, and silver-white hair stirred even their dull breasts to admiration. The effect on society has been marked; every entertainment that was planned for the week has been postponed, except one or two private parties and the Secretary of the Treasury's dinner; and the holiday-note that sounded so blithely is again drowned by the toll of the funeral-bell.

But the mingled emotions of astonishment and sorrow at Logan's sudden death, of admiration for the illustrious soldierstatesman's remarkable career, and of love for the noble nature of the man, which were felt throughout the National capital especially among the old Union soldiers—and found expression at every street-corner, in every car, on every sidewalk, and in every home or other gathering, were perhaps better hinted at by Emily Thornton Charles, than by any other writer, in the following stirring lines, given to the public in the Washington Republican of December 29, 1866:

DEATH OF LOGAN.

[ORATION.]

WHAT! Logan dead! the grand, the free
Untrammelled spirit of the West;

He lying low, at Death's decree,

With folded hands across his breast?

Alas! alas! that it be said,

The soldier-citizen is dead.