Democratic Sentinel, Volume 10, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 January 1887 — FAREWELL TO LOGAN. [ARTICLE]

FAREWELL TO LOGAN.

Impressive Services Over the Dead Statesman in the Senate Chamber. His Civil and Military Career Eloquently Eulogized by Rev. Dr. Newman. The Remains Escorted to Rock Creek Cemetery by a Long Procession. Solemn and impressive funeral services over the remains of Senator Logan were held in the Senate Chamber at Washington on the last day of the year. There was a great throng of people present. The Rev. Dr. Newman preached the funeral sennon. The President was not able to Attend, but Mrs. Cleveland was present, as well as the members of the Cabinet and their wives. All the branches of the Government were represented. Among the pall-bearers were General Sherman, ltoscoe Conkling, Postmaster General Vilas, Fred D. Grant, and Senator Stanford. To the bugler's soft good-night strain, just as •darkness wap gathering, the remains of the •civilian soldier were consigned to the vault, under a guard of army comrades, by the family of Gen. Logan. It was a soldier s burial, but without the pageantry of war. The cemetery which bad been chosen for temporary interment lies under the shadow of the hohliers’ Home. Thither the casket was borne, under military escort, from the Capitol down the broad avenue through which one summer’s day more than twenty years ago Gen. Logan had led (io.oOJ men. fresh from the field of war, to their final disbandment. After the honors due General Logan's public career had been rendered in the chamber where ho sat for fourteen years as a Benator from Illinois, about the vault in Rock Creek Cemetery gathered the official representatives of that State, Governor Oglosby and fltalf. With these mingled Congressional representatives—not alone from Illinois but from every part of the Union—as well as those from other branches of the Government, the Cabinet, the judiciary, the army, and the navy. There, too, gathered brothors in Masonic ties and those In whose presence was reflected tho sorrow of the great mass of tho private citizens of Gen. logan's city and State. More impressive than .all was the mingling of the tears of the old soldier comrades with the tears of the bereaved family. As the funeral cortege wound its way through tho enow-covered mounds of the beautiful cemetery tho uir was filled with sleet, and rain, and snow. About the white marble vault in which wore to be placed the remains had been banked countless flower emblems. Standing near the head of the casket, Department Chaplain Swallow began to read the burial service of the Grand Army of the Republic. The scene was very impressive. Surrounding the casket stood members of the Cabinet, Senators, Representatives, army officers of high rank, and gr y-haired veterans of the war, with uncovered heads, while in a low but distinct voice the chaplaiu read the simple but solemn service. When he had finished, Rev. Dr. Newman stepped forward and,, in an impressive manner, delivered the Lord’s prayer, and •concluded with the benediction. The band began to play softly as the pall-bearers stepped forward and bore the cusket into the vault. Sounds of lamentation were heard from the mourners’ carriage. A trumpeter standing at -the entrance of tho tomb raised the instrument to his lips and broke the d ad silence with "taps" (lights out). The casket was then uncovered, and some of tho dead Senator's relatives and friends passed through the entrance and took a last look at his features. After a few moments tho cover was replaced, and the case inclosing the casket fastened with thumb-screws. Meanwhile many military organizations had taken up their hornewaid march, the carriages following rapidly, •with the exception of that occupied by Mrs. Logan and her son, which remainod long enough to enable her to give some directions to Deputy Sergeant-at-arms Christie regarding the disposition of some of tho flowers. The remainder of the floral decorations were then conveve.l to the tomb, completely covering tho casket, the key grated in the iron door, and the illustrious dead was left in solitude. After tho ceremonies at tho tomb were over Deputy Hergeant-ata-rms Christie called upon Gen. Hunt, ■governor of the Soldiers’ Home, and suggested tho propriety of having a guard of honor over the remains. Gon. Hunt at once called for volunteers from the residents of the homo, and in short time a number of the veterans responded to the invitation. The volunteer guard will be maintained day and night in two-hour watches until a forco of regular soldiers is detailed for guard duty by the Secretary of War. On the day of the funeral solemn momorial meetings were held by citizens and Grand Army posts at various places throughout the country.

Logan’s Character Eulogized.

XErtract from Rev. Dr. Newman’s funeral oration.] Some men have the flower of language; Logan tmct the flower of thought. He had the eloquence of logic, and could raise metaphor into argument. He resembled not so much the beautiful river whose broad stream winds through rich and varied scenery, but that which cuts a Seep and rapid channel through rugged rocks and frowning wilds, leaving the impress of Its power on the land through which it passes, which but for it would remain desolate and barren. His was not the music of She organ, with its varied stops and mingling harmonies, but rather the sound of the "trumpet, Waxing louder nnd louder, piercing the ca eras of the e rth ai.d resouu ing through the encircling heavens. It is a venerable saying of Scrii* ture that the “day of a man’s death is hotter than the day of his birth" When, in the stillness of the holy Sabbath, his noble soul left our presence, Logan was the foremost statesman of ilie mighty West, and bercaiter, and forever, Illinois will have her illustrious trinity of national greatness : Lincoln, greatest of statesmen; Grant, greatest of professional soldiers : L> gun, greatest of volunteer Generals productd by this country. But wherein consists that strange charm of his personality that falls upon our spirits to-day like a holy enchantment? Whence the magic spell of his presence? Whence the secret of tae power of that one life upon 50,00 ,000 of people? Is it sufficient to say that his parentage was honorable; that his intellect was rich in its acquired treasures; that he was the foremost statesman,of the West? Is it sufficient to say that he was a great soldier, who proved himself equal to every command; that he was never defeated; that he defeated defeat and achieved victory when all suemed lost; that from Belmont to Atlanta, and from Savannah lo When, at the head of the victorious Army of the Tennessee, he marched through the avenues of the capital of a redeemed country, he gave evidences of his martial prowess? We must look, deeper and search with keener insight for tho secret of hiH immense power over his country. His* was a changeless sincerity. He was never in masquerade. He was transEarent to a fault. He had, a window in his eart. He was never in disguisP. He was as you saw him. , , Never did geometrician bring proposition and demonstration in closer proximity than was the correspondence between Logan’s character ■and his appearance. He was Logan every time. His was the soul of honor. He had an innate contempt for everything low, mean, intriguing. He was an open and an honorable foe. He had a triple courage, which imparted to him immense strength. His physical bravery knew no ■fear. His moral heroism was sublime. But above these was the courage of his intellect. Some men have brave souls in cowardly bodies. The cheek of others is never blanched by physical danger, but few rise to the highest form of courage. 1 ogttn never committed treason against his intellect. He thought for himself and spoke what .He thought H was loyal t > his owqconclusion. Friendship could not deter him ; enem es could not make him afraid. A great name could not daunt him. He had more caution than was accorded to him, but It was the caution of intellectual coi rage. He was the soul of honesty. He lived in times of great corruption, when the ■trongest men of both parties fell, cither i lasted by public exposure or by ignorant denunciation. But Logan was untouched. He was

above suspicion. The smell of fire was not on his garments. Others made fortunes out of the blood of their country, but after five years in war and twenty-five years in Congressional life Logan was poor in purse but rich in a good name, To his only sou, who bears the image and name of his honored father, he could have left ill-gotten fortune, but he left him that which is far above rubies. Like Aristides, Logan can say: “These hands . are clean.” He had a self-abnegation which asked no other reward than the consciousness of dutv done. Lovaltv to duty was his standard of manhood. When another was appointed to tho command which his merit-i and victories entitled h’lii to have he did not sulk in bis tent of disapointment, but fought on for the cause which was dearer than promotion. When duty demanded the exposure of corruption in his own party he preferred his country to partisan ties When he was convinced that a distinguished officer was unworthy of a nation’s confidence he did not hesitate to incur the displeasure of friends and nunciation of enemies. When in 186‘2 his friends in Illinois urged him to leave the army and reenter Congress he made this reply; “No; I am a soldier of this republic, so to remain changeless and immutable until her last and weakest enemy shall have expired and passed away. X have entered the field, to die if need be for this Government, and never expect to return to peaceful pursuits until the ouject of this war of preservation has become a fact established. Should fate so ordain it I will esteem it as the highest privilege a just dispenser can award to shed the last drop of blood in my veins for the honor of that flag whose emblems are justice, liberty, and truth, and which has been, and, as I humbly trust in God, ever will be for the right ’’ There were times when his ardent temperament mastered his self-control. He was a sensitive, high-spirited, cbivalric soul. He had pride of character, and j>ower of passion. He knew his power, but he was a stranger to vanity. His passionate nature was intense. His emotional being resembled the ocean. The passions of love, joy, hope, desire, grief, hatred, and anger were strong to him. He could love like a woman, sport like a child, hope like a saint; His grief was intense, his hatred inveterate. His anger burned like a mountain on fire. Ho alternated between profound calms and furious storms. His calms were like embowered lakes, their placid bosoms mirroring the overhanging foliage of the grassy banks. His agitations were like mountain torrents, leaping, dashing, thundering down their rugged courses, sweeping gll before them. When composed the ocean of his emotions was so placid that a little child might sail his boat thereon, but when agitated the great deep was troubled, the heavens growled, thunder answered thunder. The ethereal fires gleamed and burned, wave mounted wave, and whole armaments wero scattered before tbe fury of tho storm. This is the key to the warmth of his friendship and the bitterness of his enmity. Logan’s Courtship and Marriage. [Murphysboro (Ill.) Cor. Chicago Tribune.] Mrs. Logan is a woman of national note, and this not only because of her being the wife ot the distinguished General, but more because of her own wonderful talents in shaping and forwarding the aims of her husband. Mrs. Mary Siimnerson Logan, tho eldest child of Capt. John M Cunningham, was born in 1838. Her parents moved from Doone County, Missouri, to Williamson County, Illinois, when she was but fifteenroonths old, and settled in Marion. Hero other ohildren wore born to Capt. Cunningham. Next j to Mary was Hannah. When Hannuh'grew up she married M. C. Campbell, one of a prominent family of early settlers. Hannah died early in the Ws, and Mr. Campbell subsequently married C.vreue, a younger Bister, who is his present wife. Mr. Campbell owns a flourishing store in Marion, 111, and has a comfortable dwelling-house a few doors off. The present Mrs, Campbell is ten years younger than her sister, Mrs. Logan, and is a slight and graceful little woman. Mr. Campbell is sturdy and intelligent, a successful business man and furmor, and an active Democratic politician. ‘ When John —General Login:, I mean - first met sister Mary,’’ said Mrs. Campbell, in the course of a chat, “John was about 19, and sister a little thing of 7 or 8.. It was at tho time John was going with father to the Mexican war. You see, father had been Sheriff of this county several years, and was Representative in the Legislature in 1844 and 1845, or thereabouts. He was well acquainted witn Alexander M. Jenkins, who had been in the Legislature, also, ami who was a very prominent lawyer. Mr. Jenkins was young Logan’s uncle. John had tried to enlist for the Mexican war in his own county—Jackßon County—but tho company was made up without him. Theh he raised some men himself and got a letter from his uncle, Mr. Jenkins, to my father, Capt. Cunningham, who was raising a company here in Williamson County. Father had served in the Black Hawk war, and when the call came for troops for Mexico he at once set to work. Capt. Hampton, who had also fought in the Black Hawk war, was also raising a company in this county, Williamson County having promised two companies. Father hail his company filled when John got hero, but Capt. Hamptou had only forty-three men. In tho letter John had Mr. Jenkins asked father to get John a Captaincy if possible, and in any ease to do what he could for nim. John had thirtyseven men with him—all young follows like himself whom he had gathered in Jbickson County. Father said it would not look woll to givX) John the post of Captain—John was a stripling of IS), and quite slender and young-looking—-because he was too young, and that Captain Hampton, who was an old Boldier, should have the post. It was then agreed that John’s thirtyseven men should go into Capt. Hampton’s company and John be mode First Lieutenant. Sister Mary, who, I say, was then a little thing of 7 or 8, was w nderfully bright, and father was terribly proud of her. She was the smartest girl at the school. While the companies were getting ready to march John stopped sometimes at father's an i sometimes at Mr Campbell’s. One day father had Mary on his knee when John came in,and father says, in the joking way ho had: ‘John, if you distinguish yourself in the war, I don’t know but what I’ll let you marry Mary here*; Some jokes passed about Mary being John Logans sweetheart, and some months later, when father and John were with their regiment in Mexico, and father got a letter from Mary, he gave it to John to read, saying; ‘Here’s a letterifrorn your sweetheart, John.’ “Father and John were musj:ered out together in 1847,"continued Mrs Campbell. "John went to studying law, and father, who had been made very poor by the war, soon afterward went to California to dig for gold—that was the time ot the gold fever. While father was gone Mary was a great'belp to mother', helping her to support the family Mary did tho household work and helped the neighbors, and sewed at night and attended school daytime—and though only nine or ten years old, was tho best worker ever was. Lather came back from California no better off than when he went away, but soon afterward was appointed Registrar of the Land Office at Sbawneetown. We moved there in 1852. Meantime John had been made Prosecuting Attorney, and moved to Benton about the same time we weut to Shawneetown. An old friend of John's, Samuel K. Casey, lived at Benton, and induced John to go there so as to be near the center of his judicig.l district. John used to come to Shawueetown in his regular court circuit, and I guess always had his oye on Mary, though she wai only 14 or 15. Father was Clerk- of the Court and some other things beside Land Office Registrar, and Mary helped him in his In 1833 Mary was sent to St. Vincent Convent in Kentucky—we were all Protestants, but this was the only place in the country where girls could get advanced education — and she staid at tho convent. I think two years, ot nearly that. She might have ‘‘ Btaid longer if she hadn't got lovesick. 1 saw in some paper that Mary graduated at this convent-well, she didn’t. She didn’t stay long enough. She could have gradpat d if she had waited, but she was in a liurfcy to marry John Logan. Johp saw her duri. g vacations and holidays—ho had a good deal of busine-s in Shawneetown those times. Probably he was as much in Shawneetown as he was at homo in Benton. Mary was only 16 when John said to lather one day: ‘Captain you promised to j ive me Mary, ana I expect you will be a man of your word. I want to marry her.’ Of course, Mary was the applri of father’s eye, and was rather young for marriage anyt.ow; but as Mary wanted to marry John, and as John wanted to marry Mary, the wedding came bff within three months. “Tliey were married at father’s house in Shaweietown. W. J. Allen, known ns ‘Josh’ Allen, and now as Judge Allen, .who moved to Springfield a cofiple of years ago, and who was John s partner in the law business for a while, was best man, and M ss Ann Hall, now Mrs. Dojjbs of Mount Vernon, wan hridemaid." Mary, I remember, wore a beautiful lavender silk dress, and looked as pretty as a picture-’’„