Funeral for Robert Elliot of Hemingray was yesterday

CINCINNATI AND SUBURBAN.

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COVINGTON.

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THE funeral of the late Robert Elliott took place yesterday afternoon. It was one of the most largely attended that has taken place in the city for some time. During the morning numerous friend's called at the residence of the mother of the deceased, om Second street, between Scott and Greenup, to take a last view of the remains. In the afternoon work at the Hemingray Glass Works, where the deceased had been so long employed, was suspended in order to allow the workmen to attend the funeral. Nearly three hundred men from the works formed into line with the Glass Blowers' Union as that organization, headed by a band, proceeded to the residence. The gathering of people there as the hour set for the funeral approached was quite large, and numbers were obliged to content themselves with positions on the adjoining sidewalks. The body lay in a casket of neat and substantial workmanship and material. The expression of the features was one of placid repose. The floral offerings were tasteful and beautiful — a broken column surmounted by a white dove, and displaying at its base the ex­pressive inscription, "Our Brother," and an artistically designed cross, heart and anchor prettily blended — typifying the virtues Faith, Hope und Charity — and having at the base the legend "At Rest" The former was the tribute of the flint-house glass-blowers, and the latter that of the glass-blowers of the green-house. Messrs. Ralph, Robert and Daniel Hemingray, of the glass-works, testified their regard for the deceased by their presence with their workmen. Before the coffin was placed in the hearse it was displayed on the undertaker's supports on the sidewalk, where the men filing by were able to take a last look at the body. From the residence the funeral cortege proceeded to the Main street M. E, Church. The services here opened with the singing of “Rock of Ages" by the choir. An appropriate prayer was offered up by the pastor, Rev. C. J, Howes, after which the choir sand "Nearer, my God, to Thee." The pastor dwelt at length on the many vicissitudes of human existence, its trials, its temptations and its dangers, which have in all ages made men vividly realize the truth that in the midst of life they are in death. But while this was so, equally certain and equally evident was the glorious assurance of religion that death did not end all; that the spirit survives to resume in another and purer world the course destined for it by its Creator, The need of rightful preparation for the transition to the future state was enforced with great power. Referring to the deceased, the preacher said that while he was at the hospital, he had, at the request of his family and of himself, paid him a visit. He found him, within a few hours of of his end, under the influence of an opiate, and unable to converse intelligibly of the coming change. If he had never taken a glass of beer nor seen John McDonald, said the pastor solemnly, he would be alive to-day. The body was taken to the Highland Cemetery, and there interred in the family lot. The pallbearers were Captain J. Purcell, of Cincinnati, Michael McBreen, Patrick Madden, Alonzo Walker John Spencer and L. Wager.