ASLEEP IN OAKLAND.
The Remains of Commodore Davidson Laid to Rest Yesterday in the Silent City.
There was no ostentatious display at the funeral of the late commodore Davidson yesterday. The ceremonies were brief and the emblems plain, like the life of the man. In the front parlor of the spacious residence a plain black casket, surmounted by a silver plate, on which was inscribed the name and age of the deceased, reposed the remains of the dead. The features were calm and, aside from the pallor of death, looked natural enough to the crowd of friends who filed slowly by to take a last look. Surrounding the casket were the pallbearers and the old choir of the Central Presbyterian church, where the deceased had worshiped. They were Mrs. Charles Toles, Mrs. Philleo, E. C. Harper, B. F. Osgood and Miss Katie Hough, accompanist. The pall-bearers were Gen. J. T. Averill, Capt. Russell Blakely, Capt. Peter Berkey, A. H. Wilder, E. F. Drake, John L. Merriam, W. P. Murray and C. H. Bigelow. The only floral design was a pillow of white roses with the word "Rest" in carnation pinks. At 3 o'clock services were begun with the singing of the hymn "Abide With Me" by the choir. The funeral address was delivered by the Rev. Robert F. Maclaren, pastor of the Central Presbyterian church.
HE WAS A PRINCE.
His theme was chosen from the words of David: "Know ye not that there is a prince and great man fallen this day in Israel." "Here was a man," said the divine, "naturally constituted by the Lord God in such a manner that, place him anywhere, and he would have been a prince, and a great man, a leader among men, and one who would devise great things. When such a man falls the whole city feels the fall thereof. But it is not in vain that a great man falls, if only by his falling he awakens those who are asleep to a realization of the great truths of life. When Gen. Grant died the pastor who eulogized his life was candid enough to say that before the judgment bar of God he must stand upon an equality with the poorest and meanest soldier who carried a musket in the great armies he commanded. And so great man like this, an organizer of men, now stands before the judge, or shall stand there by the judgment seat, on an equality was the poorest laborer that ever carried brick and mortar in his employ, and the esteem in which he shall there be held and the place assigned to him shall be determined by his loyalty to God alone. His family would have it known that he died a Christian, and that on his dying bed, clear in all his faculties, he expressed his eager willingness to go, and declared that he departed hence with full faith in the Lord Jesus, his Savior. That is the foundation of our joy to-day, for we have joy in the midst of our weeping. It is not in the mighty buildings he reared, or in the great work he accomplished in the upbuilding of cities, that we find our joy to-day, but in the simple faith in the Lord Jesus by which he is saved and by which every sinner upon the face of the earth is saved. It is my solemn opinion, formed deliberately, that if he had been converted to the faith of Jesus Christ when a young man he would have been one of the
MIGHTIEST EVANGELISTS
and leaders of the Lord's hosts that the world ever saw. He would never have led in the upbuilding of any city, but he would have been leading the hosts of the Lord in building up the great kingdom of God on earth. Commodore Davidson came to Christ at fifty years of age, and his own testimony before a revival meeting in the city a few years ago was: 'It makes a very poor Christian if you don't begin before you are fifty years old.' Dear friends, remembering his faith in the Lord and his dying declaration of trust in the Savior, we lay him away. Peace unto him, waiting for the resurrection morn. There are gathered here many who were young men with brother Davidson thirty years ago and who worked with him to lay the foundation of the city. I know that if our brother could come again he would testify to everyone to beware of simply building up a city in which they could only linger a little while, and neglecting to prepare for a home in the city whose builder and maker is God." Following Mr. McLaren, Rev. H. C. Mabel, pastor at the first Baptist church, made a few remarks and offered a fervent prayer. The choir then sang "Asleep in Jesus," and after the friends had one more chance to gaze upon the remains, the casket was closed, and the venerable pall-bearers lifted it out through the stone gate-way to the hearse. The only son of the deceased, with his widowed mother and orphaned sister, in deep morning, followed by other relatives and near friends, took seats in the mourners' carriages and the funeral procession moved toward Oakland cemetery, where, after a prayer and the singing of a hymn, the body was laid away.
Source: The Saint Paul Globe, Saint Paul, Minnesota, 30 May 1887, Page 2
The Remains of Commodore Davidson Laid to Rest Yesterday in the Silent City.
There was no ostentatious display at the funeral of the late commodore Davidson yesterday. The ceremonies were brief and the emblems plain, like the life of the man. In the front parlor of the spacious residence a plain black casket, surmounted by a silver plate, on which was inscribed the name and age of the deceased, reposed the remains of the dead. The features were calm and, aside from the pallor of death, looked natural enough to the crowd of friends who filed slowly by to take a last look. Surrounding the casket were the pallbearers and the old choir of the Central Presbyterian church, where the deceased had worshiped. They were Mrs. Charles Toles, Mrs. Philleo, E. C. Harper, B. F. Osgood and Miss Katie Hough, accompanist. The pall-bearers were Gen. J. T. Averill, Capt. Russell Blakely, Capt. Peter Berkey, A. H. Wilder, E. F. Drake, John L. Merriam, W. P. Murray and C. H. Bigelow. The only floral design was a pillow of white roses with the word "Rest" in carnation pinks. At 3 o'clock services were begun with the singing of the hymn "Abide With Me" by the choir. The funeral address was delivered by the Rev. Robert F. Maclaren, pastor of the Central Presbyterian church.
HE WAS A PRINCE.
His theme was chosen from the words of David: "Know ye not that there is a prince and great man fallen this day in Israel." "Here was a man," said the divine, "naturally constituted by the Lord God in such a manner that, place him anywhere, and he would have been a prince, and a great man, a leader among men, and one who would devise great things. When such a man falls the whole city feels the fall thereof. But it is not in vain that a great man falls, if only by his falling he awakens those who are asleep to a realization of the great truths of life. When Gen. Grant died the pastor who eulogized his life was candid enough to say that before the judgment bar of God he must stand upon an equality with the poorest and meanest soldier who carried a musket in the great armies he commanded. And so great man like this, an organizer of men, now stands before the judge, or shall stand there by the judgment seat, on an equality was the poorest laborer that ever carried brick and mortar in his employ, and the esteem in which he shall there be held and the place assigned to him shall be determined by his loyalty to God alone. His family would have it known that he died a Christian, and that on his dying bed, clear in all his faculties, he expressed his eager willingness to go, and declared that he departed hence with full faith in the Lord Jesus, his Savior. That is the foundation of our joy to-day, for we have joy in the midst of our weeping. It is not in the mighty buildings he reared, or in the great work he accomplished in the upbuilding of cities, that we find our joy to-day, but in the simple faith in the Lord Jesus by which he is saved and by which every sinner upon the face of the earth is saved. It is my solemn opinion, formed deliberately, that if he had been converted to the faith of Jesus Christ when a young man he would have been one of the
MIGHTIEST EVANGELISTS
and leaders of the Lord's hosts that the world ever saw. He would never have led in the upbuilding of any city, but he would have been leading the hosts of the Lord in building up the great kingdom of God on earth. Commodore Davidson came to Christ at fifty years of age, and his own testimony before a revival meeting in the city a few years ago was: 'It makes a very poor Christian if you don't begin before you are fifty years old.' Dear friends, remembering his faith in the Lord and his dying declaration of trust in the Savior, we lay him away. Peace unto him, waiting for the resurrection morn. There are gathered here many who were young men with brother Davidson thirty years ago and who worked with him to lay the foundation of the city. I know that if our brother could come again he would testify to everyone to beware of simply building up a city in which they could only linger a little while, and neglecting to prepare for a home in the city whose builder and maker is God." Following Mr. McLaren, Rev. H. C. Mabel, pastor at the first Baptist church, made a few remarks and offered a fervent prayer. The choir then sang "Asleep in Jesus," and after the friends had one more chance to gaze upon the remains, the casket was closed, and the venerable pall-bearers lifted it out through the stone gate-way to the hearse. The only son of the deceased, with his widowed mother and orphaned sister, in deep morning, followed by other relatives and near friends, took seats in the mourners' carriages and the funeral procession moved toward Oakland cemetery, where, after a prayer and the singing of a hymn, the body was laid away.
Source: The Saint Paul Globe, Saint Paul, Minnesota, 30 May 1887, Page 2
ASLEEP IN OAKLAND.
The Remains of Commodore Davidson Laid to Rest Yesterday in the Silent City.
There was no ostentatious display at the funeral of the late commodore Davidson yesterday. The ceremonies were brief and the emblems plain, like the life of the man. In the front parlor of the spacious residence a plain black casket, surmounted by a silver plate, on which was inscribed the name and age of the deceased, reposed the remains of the dead. The features were calm and, aside from the pallor of death, looked natural enough to the crowd of friends who filed slowly by to take a last look. Surrounding the casket were the pallbearers and the old choir of the Central Presbyterian church, where the deceased had worshiped. They were Mrs. Charles Toles, Mrs. Philleo, E. C. Harper, B. F. Osgood and Miss Katie Hough, accompanist. The pall-bearers were Gen. J. T. Averill, Capt. Russell Blakely, Capt. Peter Berkey, A. H. Wilder, E. F. Drake, John L. Merriam, W. P. Murray and C. H. Bigelow. The only floral design was a pillow of white roses with the word "Rest" in carnation pinks. At 3 o'clock services were begun with the singing of the hymn "Abide With Me" by the choir. The funeral address was delivered by the Rev. Robert F. Maclaren, pastor of the Central Presbyterian church.
HE WAS A PRINCE.
His theme was chosen from the words of David: "Know ye not that there is a prince and great man fallen this day in Israel." "Here was a man," said the divine, "naturally constituted by the Lord God in such a manner that, place him anywhere, and he would have been a prince, and a great man, a leader among men, and one who would devise great things. When such a man falls the whole city feels the fall thereof. But it is not in vain that a great man falls, if only by his falling he awakens those who are asleep to a realization of the great truths of life. When Gen. Grant died the pastor who eulogized his life was candid enough to say that before the judgment bar of God he must stand upon an equality with the poorest and meanest soldier who carried a musket in the great armies he commanded. And so great man like this, an organizer of men, now stands before the judge, or shall stand there by the judgment seat, on an equality was the poorest laborer that ever carried brick and mortar in his employ, and the esteem in which he shall there be held and the place assigned to him shall be determined by his loyalty to God alone. His family would have it known that he died a Christian, and that on his dying bed, clear in all his faculties, he expressed his eager willingness to go, and declared that he departed hence with full faith in the Lord Jesus, his Savior. That is the foundation of our joy to-day, for we have joy in the midst of our weeping. It is not in the mighty buildings he reared, or in the great work he accomplished in the upbuilding of cities, that we find our joy to-day, but in the simple faith in the Lord Jesus by which he is saved and by which every sinner upon the face of the earth is saved. It is my solemn opinion, formed deliberately, that if he had been converted to the faith of Jesus Christ when a young man he would have been one of the
MIGHTIEST EVANGELISTS
and leaders of the Lord's hosts that the world ever saw. He would never have led in the upbuilding of any city, but he would have been leading the hosts of the Lord in building up the great kingdom of God on earth. Commodore Davidson came to Christ at fifty years of age, and his own testimony before a revival meeting in the city a few years ago was: 'It makes a very poor Christian if you don't begin before you are fifty years old.' Dear friends, remembering his faith in the Lord and his dying declaration of trust in the Savior, we lay him away. Peace unto him, waiting for the resurrection morn. There are gathered here many who were young men with brother Davidson thirty years ago and who worked with him to lay the foundation of the city. I know that if our brother could come again he would testify to everyone to beware of simply building up a city in which they could only linger a little while, and neglecting to prepare for a home in the city whose builder and maker is God." Following Mr. McLaren, Rev. H. C. Mabel, pastor at the first Baptist church, made a few remarks and offered a fervent prayer. The choir then sang "Asleep in Jesus," and after the friends had one more chance to gaze upon the remains, the casket was closed, and the venerable pall-bearers lifted it out through the stone gate-way to the hearse. The only son of the deceased, with his widowed mother and orphaned sister, in deep morning, followed by other relatives and near friends, took seats in the mourners' carriages and the funeral procession moved toward Oakland cemetery, where, after a prayer and the singing of a hymn, the body was laid away.
Source: The Saint Paul Globe, Saint Paul, Minnesota, 30 May 1887, Page 2
The Remains of Commodore Davidson Laid to Rest Yesterday in the Silent City.
There was no ostentatious display at the funeral of the late commodore Davidson yesterday. The ceremonies were brief and the emblems plain, like the life of the man. In the front parlor of the spacious residence a plain black casket, surmounted by a silver plate, on which was inscribed the name and age of the deceased, reposed the remains of the dead. The features were calm and, aside from the pallor of death, looked natural enough to the crowd of friends who filed slowly by to take a last look. Surrounding the casket were the pallbearers and the old choir of the Central Presbyterian church, where the deceased had worshiped. They were Mrs. Charles Toles, Mrs. Philleo, E. C. Harper, B. F. Osgood and Miss Katie Hough, accompanist. The pall-bearers were Gen. J. T. Averill, Capt. Russell Blakely, Capt. Peter Berkey, A. H. Wilder, E. F. Drake, John L. Merriam, W. P. Murray and C. H. Bigelow. The only floral design was a pillow of white roses with the word "Rest" in carnation pinks. At 3 o'clock services were begun with the singing of the hymn "Abide With Me" by the choir. The funeral address was delivered by the Rev. Robert F. Maclaren, pastor of the Central Presbyterian church.
HE WAS A PRINCE.
His theme was chosen from the words of David: "Know ye not that there is a prince and great man fallen this day in Israel." "Here was a man," said the divine, "naturally constituted by the Lord God in such a manner that, place him anywhere, and he would have been a prince, and a great man, a leader among men, and one who would devise great things. When such a man falls the whole city feels the fall thereof. But it is not in vain that a great man falls, if only by his falling he awakens those who are asleep to a realization of the great truths of life. When Gen. Grant died the pastor who eulogized his life was candid enough to say that before the judgment bar of God he must stand upon an equality with the poorest and meanest soldier who carried a musket in the great armies he commanded. And so great man like this, an organizer of men, now stands before the judge, or shall stand there by the judgment seat, on an equality was the poorest laborer that ever carried brick and mortar in his employ, and the esteem in which he shall there be held and the place assigned to him shall be determined by his loyalty to God alone. His family would have it known that he died a Christian, and that on his dying bed, clear in all his faculties, he expressed his eager willingness to go, and declared that he departed hence with full faith in the Lord Jesus, his Savior. That is the foundation of our joy to-day, for we have joy in the midst of our weeping. It is not in the mighty buildings he reared, or in the great work he accomplished in the upbuilding of cities, that we find our joy to-day, but in the simple faith in the Lord Jesus by which he is saved and by which every sinner upon the face of the earth is saved. It is my solemn opinion, formed deliberately, that if he had been converted to the faith of Jesus Christ when a young man he would have been one of the
MIGHTIEST EVANGELISTS
and leaders of the Lord's hosts that the world ever saw. He would never have led in the upbuilding of any city, but he would have been leading the hosts of the Lord in building up the great kingdom of God on earth. Commodore Davidson came to Christ at fifty years of age, and his own testimony before a revival meeting in the city a few years ago was: 'It makes a very poor Christian if you don't begin before you are fifty years old.' Dear friends, remembering his faith in the Lord and his dying declaration of trust in the Savior, we lay him away. Peace unto him, waiting for the resurrection morn. There are gathered here many who were young men with brother Davidson thirty years ago and who worked with him to lay the foundation of the city. I know that if our brother could come again he would testify to everyone to beware of simply building up a city in which they could only linger a little while, and neglecting to prepare for a home in the city whose builder and maker is God." Following Mr. McLaren, Rev. H. C. Mabel, pastor at the first Baptist church, made a few remarks and offered a fervent prayer. The choir then sang "Asleep in Jesus," and after the friends had one more chance to gaze upon the remains, the casket was closed, and the venerable pall-bearers lifted it out through the stone gate-way to the hearse. The only son of the deceased, with his widowed mother and orphaned sister, in deep morning, followed by other relatives and near friends, took seats in the mourners' carriages and the funeral procession moved toward Oakland cemetery, where, after a prayer and the singing of a hymn, the body was laid away.
Source: The Saint Paul Globe, Saint Paul, Minnesota, 30 May 1887, Page 2
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