History of Zion Chum/z 13

as master of ceremonies, assisted by the Rev. G. M. Camp- bell, Rev. Mr. Hamlyn, and others of the city clergy, in a service so solemn in its sentiment, so mournful in its music, and so affecting in its emotional effects upon the vast assem- blage of humanity present, that, even at this distance of years, no man nor woman privileged to be there has for- gotten those feelings which filled all eyes with tears, and overwhelmed all hearts with sorrow. In the peroration of Rev. G. M. Campbell’s address, leaning forward over the reading desk, and looking down with streaming eyes into the face he loved so well, he cried “Good bye, dear friend and brother; good bye, friend of God and humanity.” Not an eye was dry, not a heart was cold. The great congregation then rose up and filed round with the sun, each one taking a last look, that gaze on the dead which ever afterwards lives in memory, and so passed out of the church to form one of the largest corteges, that ever marched through our city streets. A mighty procession, four deep in rank, composed of mourners, elders, Sabbath school and church members, and adherents, friends and citizens, representing every class and creed, fell in behind the hearse, and proceeded to the People’s Cemetery, through an avenue of thousands of women and children who lined the streets, from city and province, from the church to the grave; there amidst the tears and prayers and benedictions, the funeral burial service was spoken over the remains of him who was once the Rev. David Sutherland, the grave was filled up, and we laid him to rest awaiting the last roll-call.

Subsequently, a beautiful monument, a token of affec- tionate remembrance, was erected at the head of his early grave, and the hands of loving friends have kept his memory green with offerings of flowers, year after year, to show their fealty and love to him who sleeps there. The passing months, under the touch of the great healer time, softened and hallowed our memories of the past, the work went on,