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The widow and daughter of Mr. Taylor entered the library about half an hour after and took seats by the side of the father and mother. An aunt of Mr. Taylor, who had previously entered, sat on the opposite side of the room near the head of the coffin, surrounded by other members and friends of the family. About this time the visitors by the special train arrived, and the rooms were crowded. The Rev. Dr. Furness made his way to the mourners and shook hands with all. Governor Hoyt entered quietly and spoke a few words to Mrs. Taylor.

ADDRESS OF THE REV. DR. FURNESS
A few minutes afterward the Rev. Dr. Furness advanced to the head of the coffin. A brief and impressive silence followed, when he opened his remarks by slowing repeating the lines on "Perfect Improvement," by the late Professor Norton, of Cambridge:

Oh, God, we thank Thee. Let no thought
Ere deem Thy chastisement severe;
But may these hears, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

Thy mercy bids all nature bloom,
The sun shines bright and man is gay;
Thy equal mercy spreads the gloom;
That darkens o'er his little day.

Full may a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know,
But not one prayer is heard in vain
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

Thy various mysteries employ
Thy purposes and love fulfil,
And, 'mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore Thy will.

The speaker continued:

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven; blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted; blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth; blessed are they that hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled; blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy; blessed are the poor in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God. Let not your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, said Jesus. Pray also unto Him. In my Father's house are many mansions. In the world ye shall have tribulation but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world. Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. What rest, dear friends? The rest that comes from a profound, imperturbable trust in the unchangeable goodness of our Father--the rest that we find in the conviction that the same love that watches over us with such exceeding tenderness when we come into the world will be over us when we depart. Dark and impenetrable as is the mystery of death, I am sure that the same love is present there. As a flower of the field so we flourish. The biting wind passeth over it and it is gone, and the place thereof will know it no more. But the mercy of God is more lasting, His righteousness endureth forever. Like as a father pitieth his child, so the Lord pitieth us. Upon what on earth can we depend? Our hope can only be in that Holy Child, Jesus, Who has said, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoso believes in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. Whoso believers in Me will never die." What is this wonderful, wonder-working faith of which Jesus spoke--by which the dead shall live again? It is a faith akin to that of Lazarus. It is faith in love, in truth, in righteousness; so that when one departs, like our friend here, so rich in his gifts and so faithful in the use of them, we hunger and thirst after righteousness.
We dwell in crumbling houses of clay:
Life and Thought must pass away
Side by side;
Leaving door and windows wide;
Careless tenants they.

All within is dark as night;
In the window is no light,
And no murmur at the door,
So frequent on its hinge before.

Close the doors, the shutters close,
Or thro' the windows we shall see
The nakedness and vacancy
Of the dark, deserted house.

Come away; For Life and Thought
Here no longer dwell;

But in a city glorious--
A great and distant city-have bought
A mansion incorruptible.
Would they could have stayed with us!

REMARKS OF DR. FRANKLIN TAYLOR.
As Dr. Furness concluded his remarks, Dr. Franklin Taylor, a cousin of the poet and one of his companions in his earlier travels, stepped to the side of the coffin. It was some time, however, before he could control his feelings sufficiently to speak. At last he said:

Friends, I have hardly dare to trust myself to speak even a word to-day. And yet it was deemed fitting that I should do so. It seems but a little while ago when three boys, born near together here, filled by a desire to know more of life and of the world, left home to study other lands and other places. I dare not speak of those days, which were full of joy and hope. (Here the speaker paused for several seconds, being unable to proceed. Finally recovering his voice he continued.) Two of them have departed and the remaining one mourn in silence over the departed. A year ago and the friend whose remains are with us was selected to represent this Nation at the court of the great German Empire. We felt that it was a just recognition of his achievements, and we hoped he would thus be the better enabled to complete the work which he had in hand illustrating the life and genius of Germany's greatest poet. That life is unfinished, as is the path of many human aspirations. But other work has been done, and this has done something to break down the barriers between nations and unite more closely the relations of men. We believe that the life of this one resting here has done much to bring more closely in sympathy the great nations of Germany and America. We therefore feel that the life terminating earlier that we hoped has done its good. And after coming here to the place of home once more, after traversing all the lands and all the seas, coming here under the blessed influences of home to sleep side by side with that other son who gave his life in the military service of his country--as this one ended his life in the Civil Service of his country--we can only say, "Farewell, farewell, dear Bayard; thou too, without fear and without reproach." He has come here at last to rest under these flowers of home which in youth and in life he loved so well.

The words of Dr. Taylor were spoken with so much feeling that every one present was visibly affected, and when he had concluded several minutes of solemn and unbroken silence followed. Finally, in a voice broken by emotion, Dr. Furness offered a brief prayer.

THE FUNERAL PROCESSION
The pall-bearers selected were George H. Boker, of Philadelphia, Richard H. Stoddard, Edmund C. Stedman and Whitelaw Reid, of New-York City; J. Taylor Ganse, of Wilmington; Jacob P. Cox, James M. Phillips and Marshall Swayne, of Kennet; and Edward Needles, of Westchester. At the conclusion of the prayer these gentlemen advanced, took up the heavy coffin and bore it from the house. Owing to the immense size of the hearse. It was of very plain design, surmounted by six plumes and was drawn by four horses. The pall-bearers and Governor Hoyt, the Rev. Dr. Furness, the Rev. H. N. Power, of Connecticut, George H. Yewell, of New-York, the Joint Legislative Committee, and the representatives of the Delta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity rode in coaches in advance of the procession, and over forty carriages followed by the hearse. The widow and daughter of Mr. Taylor occupied a carriage by themselves. The father of Mr. Taylor went to the cemetery, but the mother was too feeble to leave the house.

Longwood is the home of Progressive Friends in Pennsylvania. The meeting-house is a plain frame

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admired very much. He struck me as a very refined and thoughtful man and I enjoyed his visit exceedingly. This evening went up to see the Sturdevans. The [[?]] were there and so I could not say all I wanted to but I stayed after they went and they told me all about their trip down to Cedar Croft. Mrs Stedman was ill and Stedman looked worn out An invitation from Mr. Butler to go to his country house next Saturday to spend Sunday with him which I will accept if I hear my father is getting on tomorrow.