 | Letters of Mrs. Adams, |  |
10 April.
The Doctor was buried on Monday; the masons
walking in procession from the Statehouse, with the
military in uniforms, and a large concourse of people
attending. He was carried into the Chapel,
and there a funeral dirge was played, an excellent
prayer by Dr. Cooper, and an oration by Mr. Morion,
which I hope will be printed. I think the subject
must have inspired him. A young fellow could
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talents. The amiable and heroic virtues of the deceased,
recent in the minds of the audience; the
noble cause to which he fell a martyr; their own
sufferings and unparalleled injuries, all fresh in their
minds, must have given weight and energy to whatever
could be delivered upon the occasion. The
dead body, like that of Cæsar, before their eyes.
whilst each wound.
"like dumb mouths, did ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of a tongue.
Woe to the hands that shed this costly blood,
A curse shall light" upon their line.[1]
To beg the voice and utterance of a tongue.
Woe to the hands that shed this costly blood,
A curse shall light" upon their line.[1]
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