The profound grief and deep sense of loss produced by his death were the highest tributes and the most convincing proofs of his greatness.
In accordance with his wishes, all public forms and ceremonies were dispensed with.

The funeral took place at his home on Friday, October 29.
Thousands flocked to Marshfield to do honor to his memory, and to look for the last time at that noble form.

It was one of those beautiful days of the New England autumn, when the sun is slightly veiled, and a delicate haze hangs over the sea, shining with a tender silvery light.

There is a sense of infinite rest and peace on such a day which seems to shut out the noise of the busy world and breathe the spirit of unbroken calm.

As the crowds poured in through the gates of the farm, they saw before them on the lawn, resting upon a low mound of flowers, the majestic form, as impressive in the repose of death as it had been in the fullness of life and strength.
There was a wonderful fitness in it all.