We wrapped her in white silk, laid her on a soft cushion and pillow, and housed her securely.
She can sleep well now, Ruth.

Listen!" Covered with white lilies, slowly the casket sank into earth.

At its head stood the minister and as it began to disappear, the white doves, frightened by the strange conveyances at the stable, came circling above.

The minister looked up.

He lifted a clear tenor, and softly and purely he sang, while at a wave of his hand the choir joined him: "Oh, come angel band! Oh, come, and around me stand! Oh, bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home!" He uttered a low benediction, and singing, the people turned and went downhill.