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Note. — This simple discourse, the humble tribute of one 
 whose ministrations the illustrious General, mourned to-day 
 throughout the civilized world, at one time attended — was pre- 
 pared in a round of daily duties, and delivered on this first 
 opportunity occuring after the decease. 
 
 It is now published by the kindness of the author's generous 
 friend, Mr. James L. Norris, whose ever noble nature responds 
 to the universal sentiment of grief which fills the Nation, and 
 whose willing hand offers to the disconsolate family this expres- 
 sion of heartfelt sympathy. 
 
 B. Sunderland. 
 
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THE DEATH OF GRANT, 
 
 Mt. McGregor, July 23, 1885. Morning, 8:8. 
 
 Second Chron., 35, 24. * * * And all Judah and Jericsalem 
 mourned for Josiah. 
 
 This man was one of the best of the kings of Judah. At 
 his death there was lamentation in all the land. Thousands of 
 years pass away, and far off from the scene of that ancient 
 mourning, a powerful people in their magnificent home under 
 the setting sun are cast down by the death of their great coun- 
 tryman. 
 
 The thought which fills all hearts at this moment is — General 
 Grant is no more. 
 
 He once sat with us in these seats. At the time the canvass 
 for his Presidency was going on, he, with his now stricken 
 family, was a regular attendant upon our Sabbath services, and 
 joined in the worship offered at this altar. None who saw him 
 as he was with us then can ever forget the devout attention of 
 his grave and thoughtful manner. We cannot pass over it to- 
 day in silence. 
 
4 A MEMORIAL SERMON ON THE 
 
 When the Princess Charlotte, daughter of George IV, of Eng- 
 land, died, the impassioned funeral preacher, at the beginning 
 of his discourse, exclaimed: " God only is great." 
 
 And so now, amid the universal gloom of the Nation and the 
 civilized world, we lie prone in our sorrow, and are forced to 
 cry out, "God only is great!" 
 
 When we recall the words of Prospero — 
 
 " These our actors, as 1 foretold you, were all spirits, 
 And are melted into air — into thin air, — 
 And like the baseless fabric of this vision, 
 The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, 
 The solemn temples — the great globe itself; 
 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve. 
 And like this insubstantial pageant faded, 
 Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 
 As dreams are made of, and our little life 
 Is rounded with a sleep !" — 
 
 We must cry out again, "God only is great!" 
 
 Yet the man we mourn to-day is one of the few, that touch all 
 the higher chords of human nature ; whose departure makes the 
 heart sad in every quarter of the globe — 
 
 "One of the few, the immortal names, 
 ^ That were not born to die !" 
 
 No wonder that while awaiting, the final obsequies the great 
 cities of the land should contend for his place of sepulture. 
 
 Henry Melville said : " It is not a Christian thing to mani- 
 fest indifference as to where our bodies shall be laid. I would 
 be chimed to my rest by my own village-bell, and have my 
 requiem sung where I was baptized into Christ," 
 
 Long before, the dying request of the patriarch, far off in the 
 land of strangers, gave expression to this sentiment in words 
 so simple and so touching that we never can read them but with 
 deepest emotion — 
 
 " Bury me in the cave of Machpelah before Mamre in 
 
DEATH OF GENERAL U. S. GRANT. 5 
 
 Hebron ; there they buried Abraham and Sarah, his wife ; 
 there they buried Isaac and Rebecca, his wife ; and there I 
 buried Leah ! " 
 
 But where shall be the machpelah of the man whose family 
 is our Nation and whose home is the whole land which gave him 
 birth? To us it seems most fitting that he should slumber here 
 amid the people who knew him best — under the shadow of the 
 Nation's proudest monuments — in the very capital which he did 
 so much to prosper and adorn. 
 
 Contention for the honor of the birth-place or the sepulchre 
 of a man who has been foremost in affecting the fortunes of 
 mankind has been a feature of human, and, may we not add, 
 of laudable ambition, form the earliest times. Seven cities 
 claimed the birth-place of Homer. Seven competitors raised 
 tombs above the bones of Gautama. 
 
 The great but sad Napoleon, like a caged eagle, dying in his 
 far off island prison, made this pathetic request : " Let my 
 ashes be interred on the banks of the Seine ; let my dust repose 
 among the people I loved so well ! " On the 8th of May, 182 1, 
 his remains were buried under some weeping willows near a 
 fountain in Slane's valley. Twenty years afterward they were 
 borne to France where they now repose beneath a magnifi- 
 cent monument in X\-\p7^' ffptel des Invalides." But neither 
 Josephine nor Maria Thofc a a is lying by his side. It will not_ 
 be so with our great General. He has made sure that she, who 
 has been so lovely to him in their life, shall not be divided from 
 him in their death. 
 
 This is no time nor place, and I am not the man to attempt 
 to discuss the life and influence, or even to tell the story of the 
 hero who lies so pulseless to-day in the shadowed and sacred 
 cottage on Mt, McGregor — 
 
 " He sleeps his last sleep, 
 He has fought his last battle, 
 No sound shall awake him to glory again." 
 
6 A MEMORIAL SEKMON ON THE 
 
 But there is one comfort in the thought that he, a soldier, the 
 head of great armies, exposed so often to the death-storm, 
 which swept away from his side so many of his comrades, was 
 permitted, like Washington, to die in his own bed surrounded 
 by his wife and children, his physicians and his pastor. Alex- 
 ander died in old Babylon amid the fogs of the marshes and 
 the scenes of revelry and debauch which hastened his dissolu- 
 tion. Caesar fell in the Roman state-house, at the foot of 
 Pompey's pillar — stabbed to death by the bloody hands of 
 Brutus and his associates. Marlborough died at Windsor 
 Lodge, smitten of palsy. Wellington died of apoplexy at 
 Walmer Castle. Lincoln and Garfield were sped to death by 
 the assassin's bullet in our own gracious city — but Grant lies 
 down to the dreamless sleep, after long, patient, heroic, Christain 
 suffering indeed, amid all the touching endearments of family 
 and fond friends in that mountain cottage, in the pure and 
 peaceful air of almost virgin Nature, in a region of the Empire 
 State full of historic interest, near by the famous waters of Sara- 
 toga ; that rnountain cottage which henceforth shall become the 
 sacred shrine of the Nation's proud but weeping memories. 
 
 Was General Grant a Christian believer? Did he trust in 
 Christ as his own and only Saviour and Redeemer ? On these 
 questions many hearts will ponder with deep and unfeigned in- 
 terest. In these Christian times the apotheosis of a great man 
 is far different from that of the ancient Greeks and Romans. It 
 is fitting to pay respect and veneration to the memory of the 
 illustrious deeds of the Patriot, the Philanthropist, and the 
 Benefactor ; but no real Christian can forget that the noblest 
 and the grandest of the human race belong to a fallen and sin- 
 ful order, and, like the humblest and most erring of the sons of 
 men, have need of that salvation which is provided only in the 
 Gospel of Jesus Christ. 
 
 I think that General Grant was impressed with a profound 
 
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 conviction of this momentous doctrine. But he w^s "a silent 
 man" — a man of deeds rather than of words. There was, 
 moreover, an inner temple of his mind where his most sacred 
 thoughts of God and eternal things were kept from curious 
 public observation. During his residence in this city he was 
 deeply interested, both as an auditor and as an officer, in the 
 affairs of the churches he attended. He was an earnest listener 
 to the doctrines and duties of a Christian life while he occupied 
 a seat in our Sanctuary, and when he left us for his own Church 
 he was made a trustee of the new and active Organization, and 
 there, in the noble edifice near by us, for eight years he was 
 found among the most regular and earnest attendants. In all 
 his private conversation he was singularly free from unbecoming 
 language. In all his public utterances he recognized and ex- 
 pressed his deep conviction of the overruling Providence of 
 God, and his profound reverence for the Christian religion. 
 
 During his residence in New York he carried out the same 
 devotioi, and in the last long, painful illness he had with him 
 by his very bed-side his intimate, trusted, and honored pastor, 
 who, as I am inform.ed and believe, at the request of General 
 Grant led their daily family devotions. What more may have 
 passed between them, which would indicate what we all desire 
 so much to know, remains to be told by him, who has been 
 intrusted by the illustrious dead to bear his religious testimony 
 to the world. 
 
 And on this topic— at a most solemn moment in the expe- 
 rience of the Nation — I will not forbear to avow what I have 
 many times repeated on other occasions, namely, that no more 
 essential or important duty belongs to our public men than 
 making a public profession of their Christian faith through the 
 solemn ordinances of the Christian Church. The value of such 
 testimony, given in such a manner, to the cotemporary and 
 coming generations is simply priceless. If men believe in 
 
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 Christ let them have the candor and courage to confess it, and 
 that in the most solemn forms which the rites of the Christian 
 Church impose. It is not good to postpone this profession, 
 against all the chances of sudden death ; for while a man may 
 count on the Divine compassion to the last moment, he ought 
 not to hazard the opportunity of leaving behind him the most 
 positive evidence he can ever give of his peace with God through 
 faith in Jesus Christ our Lord. That General Grant had this 
 peace and this faith in his final days we all expect to hear. 
 
 The circumstances of his illness and death in this respect are 
 widely different from those which arose around the dying couch 
 of his great predecessor in the Presidential office, Abraham 
 Lincoln, who was smitten senseless in an instant ; and of his 
 successor, President Garfield, who was three months dying, 
 without any known or reported conversation with any minister 
 of the gospel save that which transpired at the depot where he 
 was stricken down. There are some strange, unwritten inci- 
 dents in both these cases which cast a thrilling light upon the 
 dealings of the Almighty with those whom He has lifted into 
 positions of vast honor, power, and responsibility ! 
 
 There is another thing which comes home to us in connection 
 with the death of General Grant, and to which as a people we 
 have not been heretofore altogether strangers — I mean the 
 universal outburst of all the most sacred sympathies of which 
 humanity is susceptible. There have been times in our national 
 history when party bitterness and unseemly feuds have deeply 
 prejudiced the fair fame of the Republic. There are wounds 
 and rents in the hearts of the people which it seems there are 
 no needles of Providence to knit up again like that of a com- 
 mon sorrow. In the past, on two eminent occasions, this needle 
 of national grief has knit together the ravelled robe of our 
 national unity, and made it stronger than ever. There has now 
 come another, to show us what we are frequently apt to forget, 
 
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 that we are all Americans. The personal and family adversities of 
 the last year or two, the painful illness borne so bravely, are not 
 without meaning to the thoughtful student of Providence. The 
 work of his life was ended ; it was time for him to die. While 
 a revolution of popular sentiment had clothed a new man with the 
 vast power of the Government which once his hand had wielded, 
 there is no more pathetic thing in these recent months and days 
 than the last act of the expiring Congress and the first act of 
 the new Chief Magistrate in restoring the dying General to 
 his place on the roll of martial honor — and this to be followed 
 so swiftly by those fitting and tender words which went forth 
 from the Executive Mansion but the other day to the widowed 
 heart of her who sits in her desolation receiving with her 
 fatherless children the great volume of condolence which surges 
 around her from every quarter. This private message, this 
 public proclamation of the President, will be embalmed in the 
 menjory of men, and go down to posterity with the name of the 
 great General whose demise has called it forth. It is the voice 
 of the Nation itself, so touching and so tender, which shows for 
 ail time and to all people the reality of our fraternity and the 
 value of our common heritage ! 
 
 General Grant was permitted before his eyes were closed in 
 death, like Moses overlooking the land of promise, to see for 
 himself the returning tide of national good-will and growing 
 confidence. His grand heart had longed for Peace, and he saw 
 her coming truly in her beauty and her might. The asperities 
 of the past were vanishing away. The hostilities that kept men 
 apart were yielding to the gentle but most potent influences of 
 a day of better feeling. Towards himself and his dear ones he 
 felt the grateful sympathy of the whole Nation beating with the 
 spirit of loving veneration. On all this fair vision, on all this 
 new outbreak of appreciation which stirred even his own pulses 
 
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 with a vigor which, alas! has proved so brief, he was privileged 
 to look with a calm satisfaction. 
 
 The day of his death calls forth a Nation's grief. It is one 
 lamentation without a discordant tone. Human imperfections 
 are all forgotten. The mistakes, the errors, the follies of a life- 
 time sink into oblivion before the sublime and awe-inspiring 
 anthem of a proud people's sorrow — before the matchless death- 
 march of a mighty Nation bearing him to his grave ! 
 
 The great lesson of this far-reaching event is that which the 
 pen of inspiration wrote out for all the world to read and 
 ponder, thousands of years ago — " It is better to go to the 
 house of mourning than to the house of feasting. " 
 
 The words which concluded Lincoln's first inaugural address, 
 come back to us to-day with chastening, melting, unifying 
 energy. 
 
 " The mystic cords of memory," he said, "stretching from 
 every battle -field and patriot grave to every living heart and 
 hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus 
 of the Union, when again touched, as they surely will be, by 
 the better angels of our nature ! " 
 
 How prophetic to-day sounds this sentence which he him- 
 self and thousands of others sealed with their blood ? Already 
 the swift speeding years have told off to the Nation the mighty 
 roster of the illustrious dead. How many times have the cities 
 been covered with the dark emblems of mourning? How 
 many times has the air been laden with voices of grief in the 
 people's recurring lamentation ? The mourning of Judah and 
 Jerusalem is dwarfed beside the sorrow which has come to the 
 Republic over the burial of her great actors and her noble sons, 
 while out of the dust and dissolution, out of the tears and heart- 
 aches of weeping mothers and disconsolate children have sprung 
 up those sublime sympathies which give in the North, in the 
 
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 South, in East and West new coherence and ornament to society 
 and civilization ! 
 
 Ah, how true it is, that beneath the shadows of the sepulchre 
 the nation's heart is purified, and graces come into our private 
 and public life, which light it up with an immortal beauty, and 
 fill it with a radiance descended from the skies. So the pilgrim 
 angel of human Grief treads silently in human habitations, and 
 makes every heart sacred which the finger of God has touched. 
 Oh, pilgrim angel of human Grief, white-haired and bent with 
 the long travel of the ages, thou hast kindled new hope in the 
 breast of patriarchs and prophets, priests and kings : thou hast 
 softened the harshness of human nature ; thou hast trodden 
 over all the hills of Time, and where the desert wastes looked 
 dreary thou hast blown the blossom and infloresence of a fairer 
 vision and a grander life ! 
 
 Out of this mighty touch of the grief we feel to-day may the 
 flower and fruitage of faith in God, of trust in Christ, of grace 
 by the Holy Ghost, of fellowship with man, of noble purpose 
 and aspiring aim, come forth abundantly to bless our country 
 and the world ! — Amen. 
 
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