Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 April 1895 — Two Funerals. [ARTICLE]

Two Funerals.

That is a touching story told of the funeral of Sir Walter Scott. The road by which the procession took its way wound over a hill, whence can be seen one of the most beautiful of landscapes. It was his habit to pause there to gaze upon the scene, and when taking a friend out to drive ho never failed to stop there and call the attention of his companion to the most beautiful points of the view. Few could refrain from tears when, carrying their master on his last journey, the horses stopped at the old familiar spot as it were for him to look at the scene he had loved so well. Extremes meet. I told this anecdote of Scott's funeral to a friend, who, in turn, told me a story. A little loss thgn a century ago there lived in a certain New England village a graceless fellow, who spent most of his time at the grog shop, to the neglect of all honest callings. When nt last he died and the funeral procession, on its way to the place of burial, passed his favorite haunt, the bearers inadvertently tamed a little aside, at the sumo time slackening their pace. The wag of the neighborhood spoke hastily: “Goon! go tin!” said ho, “don’t stop hero, for mercy’s sake! He’ll bo sure to go in!”