he had named, many years before, the youth with the radiant brow.
The escort to the church was furnished by the Thomas Wentworth Higginson Post.
The Loyal Legion conducted the military part of the service and the casket was borne up the aisle, to the sound of muffled drums, by young Negro soldiers.
His verses, Waiting for the Bugle, and his hymn, To Thine Eternal Arms, O God, were sung, the large gathering of friends, which included all classes of the community, joining in the latter.
Aldrich's Monody on the Death of Wendell Phillips, beginning,—
One by one they go Into the unknown dark, was read, this being a poem for which Colonel Higginson had deeply cared.
His ashes were deposited in the Cambridge Cemetery by the side of the little grave where he had strewn flowers on Decoration Day for thirty years. Of this spot, overlooking the Charles River Valley and commanding a view of the city of his birth, he had written:— Shadows come and shadows go O'er the meadows wide; Twic