two brothers, John and William, both of whom live in Windham county; Mr. J. B. Hasler, who married a sister of the General, residing at Webster, Massachusetts, and an unmarried sister. The brothers are men of family, and mostly all of their offspring were present on this occasion. The ceremonies attendant upon the interment of General Lyon will form part of the history as yet unwritten, and the inhabitants of the quiet little town of Eastford will, a long time hence, remember the immense congregation assembled within its precincts to pay the last tribute of respect to the remains of the valiant but unfortunate chieftain. To Major Conant, Captain Plummer, Captain Edgar, Lieutenant Clark and the eight members of the Third Missouri Reserve Corps, the greatest credit is due for their unceasing watchfulness over the corpse entrusted to their charge. The people having paid just homage to the gallant Lyon, and his own native soil covering his now inanimate body, let us drop a tear to his memory and turn away to brighter scenes, encourage our living heroes to do their duty to their country like the illustrious deceased, and our land will very soon again enjoy the blessings of which rebel traitors endeavored to rob her. Requiescat in pace. IN MEMORY OF GEN. LYON. Enfurl our flag half-mast to-day, In sorrow 'mid the clang of war, Each crimson stripe is turned to gray, To black each golden star. The drooping breeze scarce stirs a fold, The clouds hang sullenly and cold- From far Missouri's prairie plain, The echo of his battle cry His life-earned victory. O, Lyon! on thy martial bier The tears of grateful millions flow; And treason well may shrink and fear Its fated overthrow. For wheresoe'er thy comrades stand, Then fling our flag mast-high to-day, New York Evening Post. LYON. Sing, bird, on green Missouri's plain, Drop tears, Oh clouds, in gentlest rain Uprose serene the August sun Upon that day of glory; Upcurled from musket and from gun It gathered like a funeral pall, And rank with rank contended. Four thousand men, as brave and true As e'er went forth in daring, Upon the foe that morning threw The strength of their despairing. They feared not death-men bless the field That patriot soldiers die on Fair Freedom's cause was sword and shield, And their head was Lyon! Their leader's troubled soul looked forth From eyes of troubled brightness; Sad soul! the burden of the North Had pressed out its lightness. He gazed upon the unequal fight, His ranks all rent and gory, And felt the shadows close like night "General, come lead us !" loud the cry That battery's awful singing." |