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rimmer, George Bond, A. H. Everett, Abbott Lawrence, James T. Austin, Franklin Dexter, Joseph P. Bradlee, Charles Tappan, Charles P. Curtis, Zebedee Cook, Jr., John Pierpont, L. M. Sargent and George W. Pratt, Esquires. An elaborate Report, on the general objects of the meeting, was on this occasion offered by the previously appasion. The order of performances was as follows:-- 1. Instrumental Music, by the Boston Band. 2. Introductory Prayer, by Rev. Dr. Ware. 3. Hymn, The Rev. Mr. Pierpont. To thee, O God, in humble trust, Our hearts their cheerful incense burn, For this thy word, “Thou art of dust, And unto dust shalt thou return.” For, whathou hast given; And all that is of heavenly birth, O God, in peace, recall to Heaven! 4. Address, by the Hon. Joseph Story. 5. Concluding Prayer, by the Rev. Mr. Pierpont. 6. Music by the band. A cloudless sun and an atmosphere purified by showers, combined to make the day one of the most delightful we ever experience
owe, Zachariah Hicks, Henderson Inches, William Ingalls, Deming Jarves, Charles T. Jackson, Joseph B. Joy, George H. Kuhn, Abel Kendall, Jr. Josiah Loring, Henry Loring, John Lamson, Seth S. Lynde, William Lawrence, Amos Lawrence, Abbott Lawrence, John Lemist, Francis C. Lowell, Charles Lowell, Henry Lienow, Isaac Livermore, Isaac Mead, R. D. C. Merry, Isaac McLellan, Francis J. Oliver, Thomas H. Perkins, Jr. George W. Pratt, Isaac Parker, Samuel Pond, John Pierpont, Francis Parkman, Edward W. Payne, Josiah Quincy, Henry Rice, Ebenezer Rollins, E. A. Raymond, James Read, James Russell, Henry Robinson, John Randall, John P. Rice, John L. Russell, James Savage, James S. Savage, Lucius M. Sargent, Isaac Staples, Charles B. Shaw, P. R. L. Stone, Lemuel Stanwood, George C. Shattuck, Joseph Story, Henry B. Stone, Leonard Stone, Robert G. Shaw, Asahel Stearns, Jared Sparks, David A. Simmons, David Stone, Peter Thatcher, Joseph
ion be opened among those who are willing to pay this tribute to his memory. Hence the origin of the monument which has detained us so long. We may add that the Medical Association of this city voted to attend the funeral obsequies as a body, and at the same time resolved, unanimously, that, we view the decease of Dr. Spurzheim and the termination of his labors, as a calamity to mankind, and in an especial manner, to this country. The following Ode was written for the funeral by the Rev. Mr. Pierpont:--Stranger, there is bending o'er thee Many an eye with sorrow wet: All our stricken hearts deplore thee: Who, that knew thee, can forget? Who forget what thou hast spoken? Who, thine eye-thy noble frame? But, that golden bowl is broken, In the greatness of thy fame. Autumn's leaves shall fall and wither On the spot where thou shalt rest; 'Tis in love we bear thee thither, To thy mourning Mother's breast. For the stores of science brought us, For the charm thy goodness gave, For the
y grave shall be a blessed shrine, Adorned with nature's brightest wreath; Each glowing season shall combine Its incense there to breathe; And oft, upon the midnight air, Shall viewless harps be murmuring there. And oh! sometimes, in visions blest, Sweet spirit, visit our repose, And bear, from thine own world of rest, Some balm for human woes; What form more lovely could be given, Than thine, to messenger of heaven! The grave and the tomb. from an article in the Token for 1832. John Pierpont. The tomb is not so interesting as the grave. It savors of pride in those who can now be proud no longer; of distinction, where all are equal; of a feeling of eminence even under the hand of the great leveller of all our dust. And how useless to us are all the ensigns of magnificence that can be piled up above our bed! What though a sepulchral lamp throw its light up to the princely vaults under which my remains repose! They would rest as quietly were there no lamp there. The sle