AFTER THE BURIAL.

Written for the "Boston Globe's" Garfield Memorial Edition, Sept. 27, 1881.

I.

ALLEN with autumn's falling leaf,

FA
Fre yet his summer's noon was past,

Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief—
What words can match a woe so vast,

And whose the chartered claim to speak
The sacred grief where all have part,
When sorrow saddens every cheek

And broods in every aching heart?

Yet nature prompts the burning phrase
That thrills the hushed and shrouded hall,
The loud lament, the sorrowing praise,

The silent tear that love let's fall.

In loftiest verse, in lowliest rhyme,

Shall strive unblamed the minstrel choir

The singers of the new-born time

And trembling age with outworn lyre.
No room for pride, no place for blame-
We fling our bosoms on the grave
Pale-scentless-faded-all we claim,
This only what we had we gave.
Ah, could the grief of all who mourn
Blend in one voice its bitter cry,
The wail to Heaven's high arches borne
Would echo through the caverned sky.

II.

O happiest land whose peaceful choice
Fills with a breath its empty throne!
God, speaking through thy people's voice,
Has made that voice for once his own.

No angry passion shakes the state

Whose weary servant seeks for rest
And who could fear that scowling hate

Would strike at that unguarded breast?

He stands, unconscious of his doom

In manly strength, erect, sereneAround him summer spreads her bloomHe falls-what horror clothes the scene! How swift the sudden flash of woe

Where all was bright as childhood's dream } As if from heaven's ethereal bow

Had leaped the lightning's arrowy gleam. Blot the foul deed from history's page— Let not the all betraying sun

Blush for the day that stains an age

When murder's blackest wreath was won.

Pale on his couch the sufferer lies,
The weary battleground of pain;
Love tends his pillow, science tries
Her every art, alas! in vain.

The strife endures how long! how long!
Life, death, seem balanced in the scale,
While round his bed a viewless throng
Awaits each morrow's changing tale.
In realms the desert ocean parts

What myriads watch with tear-filled eyes.
His pulse beats echoing in their hearts,
His breathing counted with their sighs!
Slowly the stores of life are spent,

Yet hope still battles with despairWill Heaven not yield when knees are bent? Answer, O Thou that hearest prayer!

But silent is the brazen sky

On sweeps the meteor's threatening train— Unswerving Nature's mute reply,

Bound in her admantine chain.

Not ours the verdict to decide

Whom death shall claim or skill shall save:

The hero's life though Heaven denied

It gave our land a martyr's grave.

Nor count the teaching vainly sent

How human hearts their griefs may share-
The lesson woman's love has lent,

What hope may do, what faith can bear!
Farewell! the leaf-strown earth enfolds
Our stay, our pride, our hopes, our fears,
And autumn's golden sun beholds

A nation bowed, a world in tears.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

CHAPTER XXI.

Additional Tributes to President McKinley-Messages from Crowned Heads-Canada Observes the Day of Obsequies All Business Suspended Throughout Our Country.

REPL

EPLYING to Mrs. McKinley's acknowledgment of his telegram of sympathy, King Edward telegraphed to Ambassador Choate :

"Please convey to Mrs. McKinley my best thanks for her kind message. The Queen and I feel most deeply for her in the hour of her great affliction and pray that God may give her strength to bear her heavy cross. Our thoughts will to-day be especially with the American nation when its distinguished President is laid to rest. "EDWARD R."

Throughout Ontario the day of the funeral was observed as a day of mourning for the late President McKinley. In accordance with instructions from Ottawa, the schools and courts in Toronto and other cities were closed. Memorial services, attended by crowds, were held by the leading churches, where tributes were paid to the martyred President and his favorite hymns were sung.

The Dominion Methodist Church at Ottawa was crowded with those who took part in the memorial services. Rev. S. G. Bland, Methodist, and Rev. A. A. Cameron, Baptist, delivered brief sermons and all the other Protestant denominations assisted in the service. In front of the pulpit the Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes were crossed and draped in black. The church was also draped and decorated and the choir was all in black.

Rev. Mr. Bland spoke of McKinley as a typical American citizen and said that a country which could produce such men as Lincoln, Garfield and McKinley could not be called a failure.

All the Cabinet Ministers who were in the city and who could possibly attend were present at the service. Colonel Turner, the United States Consul General, was present.

Sir Thomas Lipton said, on board his steam yacht, the "Erin," referring to the shooting of the President: "I was stunned on receiving the news. I could feel no worse if it had been King Edward himself who had been shot. I am sure that every Britisher extends the hand of sympathy to all Americans in this sad affair."

"Twas as the general pulse

Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause.
An awful pause! Prophetic of her end."

PAUSE OF A CONTINENT.

Solemn and impressive beyond the power of words to describe was that deathlike pause of a continent when the last sad rites were being paid at Canton. Those who saw the mighty crowds in all our cities when, at the first stroke of the tolling bells, all motion ceased, all heads were bared, and the silence of death fell upon the scene, to be emphasized a moment later by the stifled sobs of women, will never forget the scene.

All over the continent similar scenes were being enacted. The factory, the forge and the loom were stilled. Steamships upon the waters and railway trains climbing the mountains and crossing the plains stood still, while eighty millions of people with bowed heads thought only of their dead President, borne to his last resting place in the little cemetery in Ohio.

Affecting obsequies were held in Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's, the services being attended by throngs as deeply moved as those that filled the churches throughout the United States. All round the globe there was mourning. The whole civilized world took part in the funeral of the beloved Chief Magistrate of the American people. He is gone, but his story remains to inspire the struggling youth of his country, and his character to help future generations in forming sweet, patriotic and lofty ideals of life and conduct.