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Mas. Lyman Trumbull, 



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Notices of her Death, and the Services at her Funeral, 



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ADDRESS 






REV. FREDERICK HOWARD W I NKs. 



Pastor of the First Presbyterian Church. 



SPRINGFIEL]), ILL. 



ciiica<;<> : 

RAND, MoNALLT'A CO., PRINTERS, bl CLARE STREET. 
L868. 



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IN MEMORY OF 



M US. LYMAN TUMBTJ] 



Julia Maria J ayne, the eldest child of Dr. Gershom 
and Sibyl Jayne, who were among the first settlers of 
Springfield, 111., was born at that place, June 3, 1824. 
She was educated at Monticello Seminary, one of the 
best and mo3t flourishing female seminaries in the country. 
June 21, 184.3, at the age of nineteen, she was married to 
Lyman Trumbull, who then resided at Belleville, III. In 
1846, on a profession of faith, she united with the I si 
Presbyterian Church of Springfield, 111., and afterwards, 
by letter, with churches of the same denomination at 
Belleville and Alton, where she at different periods 
resided. Her views of redeeming grace and the future 
life were fixed and remarkably clear. She entertained 
no more doubt of a future life of blessedness for those 
who put their trust in Jesus, than she did of the rising of 
the morrow's sun. Wherever she was, she was always 
active in promoting the interests of the church, and 
advancing the cause of the Redeemer's Kingdom. 

She was the mother of six children, all boys, three of 
whom, the first, third and fifth, preceded her to the other 
world, leaving three surviving, of the respective agi 
twenty-two, seventeen and six. the two younger of whom 
were with her at the time of her decease. Her efforts to 
train up her children in the Christian faith were unceas- 



ing. At the time of her deatli, the family were house- 
. keeping in Washington City. 

She was first taken ill in December, when she was con- 
fined to her room some ten days. She was afterwards 
able to be about for several months, but never well. June 
11 th, under the advice of a physician, she confined her- 
self to her room, but it was not till the middle of July, 
that she became so feeble as to be compelled to keep her 
bed. Her illness, though protracted, was attended with 
little pain, and she remarked only a few days before her 
death, that it was wonderful with how little suffering 
she had been brought so near death's door. She re- 
tained her consciousness till almost the last moment. 
When, in answer to her inquiry, she was informed, the 
day before her death, by her attending physician, that 
she could not probably survive beyond another morning, 
she was not in the least discomposed by the announce- 
ment, but during the afternoon directed what disposition 
should be made of some of her effects, not forgetting a 
faithful domestic who had been very kind during her 
illness. She also called the two younger children who 
were at home to her bedside, and expressed to the older 
the hope that he and his absent brother would become 
Christian men. To her little six-year-old boy, she said, 
" Try to be like Jesus." An hour and twenty minutes 
before her death she said to her husband: "My dear, I 
believe I am going, — I did not expect it, but Jesus is a 
better friend than any other." Twenty minutes later the 
deatli struggle began, and she was in great distress, asking 
to be lifted up, to be turned in bed, and to have something 
done for her, when her mother said to her : " My child, 
don't you know you are dying? We have done for you 
all we can. You are now in the hands of the Lord, who 
has promised to go with you through the dark valley, if 
you only trust in him. Don't you trust in him i r She 



assented, and from thai moment became perfectly calm. 
The i>nl\ woids she afterwards uttered, were, " Blessed 
Father, come." She expired al eight o'clock and twenty 
minutes, Sunday morning, Augusl LO, L868, bj Bimply 
ceasing to breathe, without a struggle or the slightest 
movement of any kind. Thus passed away a true wife, a 
devoted mother, a sincere Christian, □ noble woman. 

The funeral at Springfield, took place August 20th, 
from the house of her brother, Dr. William Jayne. The 
funeral exercises were commenced by singing the 619th 
hymn, commencing, "Hear what the voice from Heaven 
proclaims," which was followed bythe readingofthe 21st 
chapter of Revelations, by Rev. Dr. Beown, who also 
made an earnest prayer. The 395th hymn, commencing, 
" Four harps, ye trembling saints," was then sung, after 
which the Rev. Frederick II. Wines, Past of of the 1st 
Presbyterian Church, at Springfield, delivered the follow- 
ing discourse. 






ADDRESS 

DELIVERED AT THE FUNERAL OF 

MRS. LYMAN TRUMBULL 



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AUGUST SO, J SOS, 



BY FREDERICK HOWARD WINES. 



" Father, I will that they whom thou hast given me, be with me, where I 
am." Joiin 17: 24. 

In the presence of death, we feel that we are in the presence of 
God. We may say, with Jacob at Bethel, How dreadful is this 
place ! this is none other but the house of God, and this is the 
gate of heaven. 

" The gate of heaven ;" call death by this name, and at once 
you rob it of its sting. It matters nothing, that it is a gate so 
narrow that the soul, in passing through it, must needs leave the 
body behind. To part with the suffering, perishable clay, which 
in life was felt to be a burden and a fetter, is a cheap price to pay 
for that ravishing delight, with which the ransomed spirit surveys, 
for the first time, the vision of beauty and of glory spread out 
before it, when it has passed through the gate and is admitted into 
Paradise. 

I cannot doubt, nor do yon, that to her whose remains to-day 
wc bury, death was indeed the gate of heaven. Except her 
immediate relatives, no one perhaps knew better than I, the 
inward religious experience of her heart. I do not stand upon 
this sad and solemn spot for the first time to-day. We all remem- 
ber when, little more than a year ago, we assembled here to bury 
her father, who died in my anus, and 1 spoke at his funeral. An 
inmate of the family, then, 1 was necessarily broughi into close 
contact with Mrs. Trumbull, at a time when she fell the natural 
impulse of a fresh grief, to unbosom itself to every sympathizing 



friend, capable of pointing a sufferer to the only true sourc* 
oonsolation, in Christ Of her earl} life, especially her early 
religious history her birth in L824, her marriage in L848, her 
admission to the Sacramenl of the Lord's Supper in L846, l>r. 
Bergen, her firsl pastor, will speak. I will only say that her 
conversation, at the time of her Bore bereavement, revealed an 
unusually intense conviction of the infinite lo G id, an equally 
sti-onir realization of the immortality ot the soul, an unhesitating 
faith in the efficacy of prayer, and a childlike submission to tin- 
will of her heavenly Father; four distinct marks of the woi 
the Holy Ghost within her. She trusted in Christ as her Saviour, 
and felt thai < rod, in giving his Son to die for our sins, proved Him- 
self incapable of injustice or unkindness toward us, however 
may be the trials through which He calls us to pass. 5fou k 
how the Christian love in her heart manifested itself in works of 
active benevolence. Possessed of an unusually vigorous intellect, 
decided in all her convictions, and always able to give an intelli- 
gent reason for cherishing them, she was fitted to adorn and did 
adom society; but found her chief happiness in domestic cares 
and tbe free intercourse of the family circle. There the lovelii 
and sincerity of her character slione forth with mild effulgence 5Ti I 
she was not so selfishly attached to her home, that she could not leave 
it cheerfully, when any deed of charity demanded her attention. 
She was President, and the leading active spirit of the National 
Soldiers' and Sailors' Orphans' Home, in Washington. Theoffi 
the children, the lady directors, of that noble institution, will miss 
her wise counsel, her loving sympathy and energetic aid. And 
this, though it was her principal, was very far from being her only 
daily Christain work. 

You who were not privileged to be with her in her last hours. 
will wish to know some of the more interesting incidents of her 
illness and death, 'flic disease of which she died took firm hold 
of her constitution, last December. For eighl months she was an 
invalid, the victim of a lingering but not a painful malady. The 
lasl two months of her life were spent in bed. During all this 
time she evinced the utmost patience, fortitude and courage. To 
the very last, she expected to recover. When, three days before 
her death, the physician in attendance informed her that her com- 
plaint was fatal, she received the intelligence with perfect com- 
posure, and re]. lied. •• I am in the hands of the Lord He 



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knows what is best He always does what is best." Her 
mother asked her if she had any message for her sons. Her 
answer was, "Walter and Perry know what is right: lean- 
not say any more to them than I have said." She died 
upon the morning of the Sabbath, the day when Christ arose 
from the dead. Very early that morning she exclaimed, " I 
am going. I feel that 1 am going." Her sister said to her, " Yes, 
sister, going home to dwell forever with the Saviour." She 
sweetly whispered, " Yes, darling."' To the very last she retained 
her consciousness and her mental faculties. Pier physician, who 
remained with her in the house, for a month before her death, and 
became deeply attached to her, and who is present as a mourner 
to-day, said to me that he had seen many deathbeds, but none like 
this, so perfectly tranquil. It made him think of the familiar 
stanza, 

So fades a summer cloud away, 

So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er, 
So gently shuts the eye of day, 

So dies a wave along- the shore. 

Or of the lines by Bryant. 

So live, that when thy summons comes to join 
The innumerable caravan, that moves 
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take 
His chamber in the silent halls of death, 
Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night 
Scourged to his dungeon ; but, sustained and soothed 
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, 
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. 

Her last words were, " Blessed Father ! come! '* 
The children of the Orphan Asylum, wearing the badge of 
mourning, followed her to the ear which received and bore her 
precious dust home lor burial, to be laid in the grave precisely one 
year from the day when, sad but hopeful, she last left this house 
for the national capital. What sad reminiscences of her last jour- 
ney home docs this coming home 1 bring to mind ! Then she came 
to imprint the last, kiss upon her father's Brow, and found him in 
his coffin. To-day she lies m her own coffin, clad for the tomb. 
The flowers which rest above her, have no beauty or perfume for 
her, nor can they illume the gloom of our own hearts. 



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Yet we must not \ ield to gloom. Grief will have 
The heart will ache. Tears will force themselves to the 
And < rod hears the groans in spirit, which nre too Bternh 
to break the solemn silence of this assembly. Bui lei us, if we 
can. forgel that she is dead, and think of her as among thea 
in heaven. 

Ami where is heaven '.' 

All that we know of heaven, we know from the Word of God. 
We know bul little, at best We cannol tell how far the descrip- 
tions of heaven by the inspired penmen are literal and how far 
they are figurative. Yet when we pul together the hints as to the 
nature of the coming glory, scattered through the Bible, and com- 
pare Scripture with Scripture, an image of delight is formed in 
our minds, which must correspond to the reality, at least 
shadow corresponds in size and outline to the bodv by which it is 
cast 

Heaven ls a place. "Father!" prays our Lord in the 1 
"Father, I will that they whom thou hast given me be with me, 
when I inn." The saints are somewhere They are not on earth. 
They do not till immensity. Where they are. where the risen Re- 
deemer is, there is heaven. Where heaven is, in space, we cannol tell. 
Secret things belong unto the Lord our God. Bui it is as truly 
a place, as this room is a place. Our departed sister's body is here. 
Her immortal soul is there ; retaining, alter death, its individual 
existence and (if I may say so) its constitutional characteristics 
those mental traits peculiar to herself, which so endeared her to 
her friends upon earth. The Bible lends no .-auction to the 
notion, taught by a false and unchristian philosophy, that as tin- 
drops of rain lose themselves in the mighty ocean, so, after death, 
are the individual spirits of men merged in the one infinite spirit, 
which pervades the universe. 

Whether the descriptions of heaven in the Bible are to be taken 
literally, is an altogether different question, [s heaven a city? is 
it lour-square? has it precisely twelve gates, three on each • 
and twelve foundations, each of a separate precious stone? and 
di ies the tree of life in the midst of it bear a fresh variety of fruit 
every month in the year ? The- tnents are no more literal 

than that other statement, that heaven has precisely one hundred 
and forty-four thousand inhabitants. They wen 
understood literally, when they were written. Thejasperwi 



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resting upon a foundation of priceless jewels, the golden streets 
the gates of pearl, the throne of God and of the Lamb in the 
midst of the city, the stream of crystal, life-giving water, forever 
springing up from the foot of the throne and flowing through the 
streets in a perpetual tide, the over-arching trees of life skirting its 
banks on either side, are tin' symbols, in earthly language, of spir- 
itual blessedness, which all human speech, however gorgeous the 
imagery employed, is powerless to express. 

But souls, as well as bodies, possess the attribute of locality ; 
and we are not authorized to deny that heaven is a place, because we 
understand the last two chapters of the Apocalypse in a spiritual 
sense. 

Nor can we affirm that there are, in heaven, no physical delights, 
adapted to the gratification of the celestial bodies, with which, 
according to God's holy Word, the dead who die in Christ, are, at 
the resurrection, to be endowed. Upon this subject, let us avoid 
unhallowed, and unprofitable speculation. 

Wherever and whatever heaven may be, it is a place of perfect 
HAPPINESS. 

To conceive of the happiness of heaven, we must consider, what 
are the elements of true spiritual happiness in the present life? 

What is it that disturbs your own peace ? Is it pain of body or 
of mind? is it religious doubt? is it poverty? is it unsatisfied 
ambition ? is it domestic care ? is it business perplexity ? is it sep- 
aration from loved friends? is it the pressure of disgrace? is it 
sin in others ? Or is it no present difficulty, but the recollection 
of one which is past, or the apprehension of one to come ? In 
heaven there exist no such causes of mental disturbance. Thank 
God! there is no night, there! 

No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

There, the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at 
rest. God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there 
shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall 
there be any more pain. Freedom from suffering, coupled with 
the certainty that to all eternity no suffering can enter heaven, is 
itself an unspeakable mercy, and one which, did it stand alone, 
ought to reconcile us to death. 

But blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, "in thy pres- 



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ence," sings the Psalmist, "is fullness of joy; al thy right band, 
there are | ileasures l< nevermore." 

Our of the erreatesl of these pleasures, in anticipation, is reunion 
with departed friends. In beaven, the mother shall again i 
her babe to her bosom ; the child pillow its bead once more upon 
a parent's heart ; brother embrace brother ; Bister, Bister ; and hus- 
band and wife renew the fond, familiar intercourse of former 5 
Such reunion awaits us: she whose loss to-day we mourn, has 
already experienced it. There arc some who hear me, who Btand 
before us like withered trees, (leafless at the top, ready to fall with 
a crash at the feet of their younger, greener companions in the for- 
est), who have more friends on the other side of the river, than 
upon this. How gladly would they In- there, rather than herel 
Hear friends, I do not doubl that we shall recognize one another 
in heaven. Why should we doubt it? 

But the chief joy of heaven will be the sight of Jesus, our dear 
Lord and Saviour. " Where I am, there shall also my servant In-." 
To behold the pierced hands and 1'eet. to thrust our hand into the 
wound made by the spear which pierced his side, will make us 
realize the infinite degree of his love, as we have never yet realized 
it. It will awaken in our hearts a far deeper love for Christ than 
any which we have hitherto experienced. To see the crown of 
thorns exchanged lor a crown of glory — how will it ravish our 
hearts! Oh for the time, when we too may fall at Christ's feet, 
and cast our crowns before him, and rising, join in the SOI 
praise which ascends from ten thousand times ten thousand joyful 
tongues. "Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins 
in his own blood, and hath made us kings and priests unto ( > 
and his Father : to him be glory and dominion tor ever and ever. 
Amen." We shall behold the King in his beauty : and we shall 
be like him, for we shall see him as he is. 

One more thought, and I have done. Heaven is a place . » t" 
PERFECT HOLINES& 

I scarcely know whether this thought is more delightful or 
more terrible. 

To be admitted into the society of spirits of spotless purity, is 
a glorious privilege : but how can we, who are stained with sin. 

enter heaven? To all who reject Christ the Saviour declares, 

"Where I am, thither ye cannot come." There shall in no wise 
enter into it anything that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh 

abomination, or makcth a lie. 



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"There is doI a just man upon earth that doeth good and 
sinneth not" " All have sinned, and comeshort of the glory of 
( ro I." Who, then, can be saved ? 

We enter heaven, not by virtue of our own righteousness, but 
on account of the righteousness of Christ our Redeemer. This is 
gospel of Christ No other gospel can ever reach and 
console and elevate a world sunk in sin and conscious of its 
degradation. This was the gospel which Mrs. Trumbull believed, 
ami her faith in it gave her strength to triumph over death. We 
are saved, not for our sake, but for Christ's sake. The blood of 
.Jesus Christ, God's Son, eleanseth us from all sin. lie died for 
our sins, and in dying, redeemed us from everlasting death. Our 
sins, however numerous or aggravated they may be, are no barrier 
to our salvation, if we accept and trust in Christ as our Saviour. 
For Christ's sake, God pardons our transgressions. 

But salvation includes more than mere deliverance from con- 
demnation. It involves freedom from pollution. Without 
holiness, no man shall see the Lord. 

The holiness of heaven constitutes one of its chief glories. 
On earth, the most devoted follower of Christ is conscious of 
inward conflicts, of whose intensity the world does not dream. 
Often he is compelled to cry out, with Paul, Oh wretched man 
that I am ! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? 
But in heaven we shall be no longer exposed to temptation, from 
within or from without. The tears shed over our shortcomings 
and failures in duty will be forever dried. Doubts will no more 
distress us. Perfect love will cast out fear. We shall be pure, 
as Christ himself is pure. 

Into this state of absolute happiness and perfect purity the 
soul which animated this tabernacle of flesh has been admitted. 
Why should we weep (or her? We cannot, We do not, If 
we weep, it is that we are left behind. 

The vital power of Christianity consists not so much in the 
strength and fullness of the historical evidence of its truth, as in 
the purity of its precepts and in the abundance of its consolations. 
At the bedside of the sick and of the dying, at the mouth of the 
grave, infidelity is abashed and powerless; false religions afford 
no comfort; the dying and the bereaved alike feel their need of 
a Living, loving ( Ihrist 

In one short hour, the last shovelful of earth will be heaped 



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upon this prostrate, unconscious body: will our sister have 
ceased to exist? I ask you, her mother. I ask you, ber • 
I ask you. her two brothers. I ask you, her sons, now orphana 
I ask you, her widowed husband. I ask all who hear me, who 
have ever lost a friend by death, [s the dutiful daughter, the 
sympathizing sister, the affectionate and devoted mother, the 
faithful wife, dead? Eer bodv is dead: but was there in her 
no immortal principle which still survives? no bouI, redeemed 
by the blood of Christ, renewed by the power of <i<»r.- Spirit, 
and now. blessed 1"' God I with the ransomed above? Will 
materialism satisfy the loving instincts oi the heart at Buch an 
hour as this '.' 

No! when those whom we love die, the fogs of metaphysical 
doubl are dissipated. The invisible world is no longer invisible 
We awake from our dreams. God draws near. We hear his 
voice, Be ye also ready! Prepare to meet thy God ! 

Forwe must remember that if weaccepl the Bible doctrine of 
eternal life, we are compelled to accept, together with it. the B 
doctrine of perdition, [f our friends are taken to heaven, and 
through our tears we smile to think of their joy, we musl not 
forget that they attained everlasting life, not by any merit of their 
own, but by the grace of God offered them in Christ and by them 
freely accepted. II we would rejoin them, we musl exercise the 
same simple faith, we must possess the same sincere love, we must 
enter upon the same self-denying service of him who died, that 
we might live. 



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The Rev. Dr. Berokn followed with some touching 
remarks concerning the early life and character of the 
deceased, when the exercises were concluded by singing 
the 622nd hymn, commencing, " Why do we mourn de- 
parted friends." The bodywas borne to Oak Ridge Cem- 
etery, followed by a large procession, and deposited by 
the side of those of the three children who had gone 
before. 

The following are some of the notices of Mrs. Trum- 
bull's death, published in different papers of the country, 
showing the estimation in which she was held by the 
public. 

Appended, is also a copy of one of many letters of 
condolence received by Senator Trumbull. 



Death of Mrs. Senator Trumbull. — To the readers of the 
Star, who have been apprised through our columns from time to 
time of the critical condition of this estimable lady, the announce- 
ment of her death will occasion no surprise. She died yesterday 
morning at 8 : 20 o'clock at her husband's residence, on 1st street, be- 
ween East ( Japitol and North B streets, Capitol Hill. Her piety and 
amiable character endeared her to a large circle of relatives and 
friends, ami by them her death will be mourned, no less than by a 
large class of humble and indigent persons, to whom, by her 
unceasing and active charitable efforts, she had become known as a 
ministering angel for the relief of want and alleviation of suffering. 

She was President of the National Soldiers' and Sailors' Orphans' 
Home, and by her persevering efforts in the behalf of the orphans 
and other needy ones, did a vast amount of good. Almost her 
l;i-i absence from home was the occasion of a visit to Arlington 
Eeights, on the 30th of May, when she assisted in the good work 
of strewing the graves of our deceased soldiers with garlands of 
(•\-ei-greens and (lowers. She died at the age of forty -four, and the 



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grief of ber husband, children, and immediate friends, is truly 
beart-rendering. In ber Last illness, Mrs. Trumbull was attended 
byProf Smith, oi Baltimore, and Drs. Baxter, Lincoln, Ball, and 
Eood, of this city, the last named remaining with her most of the 
time. 

The remains of Mrs. Senator Trumbull will be taken to Spring- 
field, 111., this afternoon, and will be accompanied by Senator 
Trumbull and his two sons. Mis. Trumbull's mother, and 
and Dr. Eood, her family physician. One ol her sons is absenl in 
Montana. A special car has been chartered for the occasion, which 
will take the family ami body home without, change of car. At 
the o'clock this afternoon brief religious exercises will take place 
at the residence on Capitol Bill, under the direction of the !>'■ .. 
John Chester, pastor oJ the Capitol Hill Presbyterian Church, pre- 
paratory to the transmission of the remains to the depot /•>, ning 
Shir, Washington, Aug. 17, 1868. 

Death of Mrs. Senator Trumbull. — Mrs. Senator Trumbull 
died yesterday morning a1 the residence of her husband, on Capi- 
tol Hill, alter a long illness. The death ol' this estimable lady 
causes profound sorrow in the circle in which she moved, and 
also among the large number who were the recipients of her gen- 
erous charities. — Washington Chronicle. 

The many friends of Mrs. Senator Trumbull — a true and i 
character — will be Idled with sorrow to lean; of her death. It 
has been known to the public for some time pasl that she was 
seriously ill, but we had seen no statement which led us to expect 
a latal result. Fine in her appearance, pleasing in her demeanor, 
kind in her disposition, she was a beautiful specimen of a wife 
and mother — of a lady and woman. All good hearts will sympa- 
thize with her husband in his bereavement .Y > Iii<l-j»n- 
<l< at. 

Ix MEMORIAM — MRS. SeNATOB Tim MBULL. — Our entire com. 
munity deeply sympathizes with Hon. Lyman Trumbull in the 
sad and heart-breaking bereavement which he has sustained in the 
death of his beloved wile. The loss to him is utterly irrepa:. 

Mrs. Julia Javne Trumbull was the oldest child of the late Dr. 



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Gershom Jayne, of this city. She was born in Springfield, on the 
-!rcl day of June, 1824 ; was raised here and educated at Monticello, 
Madison county, Illinois; and was married to Hon. Lyman Trum- 
bull in dune, 1843. 

Vrw women were Mrs. Trumbull's equals in all those traits of 
character which make the accomplished lady and beloved Christian 
wile and mother. In this community where her eyes first saw the 
light, her youthful beauty, brilliancy of intellect, and early dedi- 
cation to the works of Christian charity and the service of her 
Divine .Master, will never be forgotten. 

In Washington, where she has lived most of the time for the last 
thirteen years, her life was given to works of piety and benev- 
olence. During the war, and since its close, she was pre-eminent 
in her devotion to the relief of the wounded, sick and dying 
soldiers, and widows and their orphans. Her unobtrusive man- 
ners, heroic devotion to the interests of the church, her country 
and humanity, will long be remembered in Washington. Farewell, 
sainted wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend ! 

"Weep not for her, — in her noontime she flew 
To the land where the wings of the soul are unfurled; 

And now, like a star bej r ond evening's cold dew, 
Looks radiantly down on the tears of this world." 

We understand that Mrs. Trumbull's remains will be brought 
to this city for interment, of which due notice will be given. — 111. 
/State Journal 

Death of Mrs. Trumbull. — We are pained to learn the 
death of Mrs. Trumbull. She was a daughter of Dr. Gershom 
Jayne, lately deceased, of our city. Her illness has been along one, 
sometimes exciting hope by its fluctuations, but finally terminat- 
ing in her death. She was universally beloved ; her gentleness of 
manner, broad charities, and Christian virtues, are testified to by all 
the old residents of our city. In her loss her husband is bereft of 
a faithful and loving wife, her children of a pure guardian and 
affectionate mother, and society of one of its brightest and most 
useful ornaments. The last few years of her life she has been in 
Washington. Mrs. Trumbull leaves besides her family a large 
circle of friends who sincerely mourn her untimely loss. — Illinois 
Stat* Register. 



Death of Mbs. Senator Tim mbi ll. In the death of M 

Senator Trumbull the community has lost 01 f the noblest 

women ol our day and generation, and the national capital one of its 
chief social embellishments. Her remains will be brought to 
Springfield, 111., the home of her childhood, for interment 

Mrs. Trumbull was the daughter of I>r. Gershom Jayne, of 
Springfield, and sister of 1m-. William Jayne, of the same city, 
who filled the office of Governor of Dakota during Mr. Lin- 
coln's first Presidency. Though her early years were passed in 
the transitional society of a Western town, she was carefully 
educated, ami she hail the advantage of being on terms of friend- 
ship with nearly all the distinguished men whom Illinois has sent to 
the public councils. There is probably no lady whose decease will 
be more widely or painfully felt throughout the State, or indeed 
the nation. As wile, mother, ami friend, her life was altogether 
lovely, in giving her first affections to her family, .-he prepared 
herself to l>estow the greater fragrance upon Bociety, ami the 
greater blessings upon the poor ami needy who were within her 
reach. Both at home ami in the national capital, where she 
resided a large portion of the time during the pasl fourteen year-. 
she was foremost in the silent charities which women alone can 
make effective. The mourners at her funeral will be not alone 
the distinguished company in which she ami her bereaved com- 
panion and family moved, but the lowly and the feeble, the down- 
trodden and the outcast. To her husband and children, in their 
irreparable loss, the sympathies of the whole people will he 
spontaneously extended, and her memory will he affectionately 
cherished by all who enjoyed her friendship or came in the way 
of her sweet and kindly influence. — Chicago Tribune. 

The Chicago Post, in an obituary of the deceased, says: 

'•This intelligence, though not unexpected, will be received 
wherever Mrs. Trumbull was known, with manifestations of pro- 
found grief The beauty and simplicity of her character, her 
admirable qualities as daughter, wife, mother, and matron, made 

her the idol of her relatives and the i-n\y of her friend-. She 
was a true woman -one whose first duty was lor the care and 
comfort of her own, but who had. anion-- her multiform employ- 
ments and social engagements, time for the practice of those virtues 
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of charity and helpfulness which so grace her sex. In her, the poor, 
the needy and the oppressed always found a wise adviser and a 
liberal friend. With an early education, far superior to that of 
most Illinois ladies of her day. she had, by careful and extensive 
reading, and by years of intimate association with statesmen and 
scholars, so enlarged and cultivated her powers of thought, ami 
laid in so great a store of facts, that she had become one of the 
besl informed, and most capable women of the country; and as 
such her voice and her influence were for the progressive and the 
right." 

Death of Mrs. Senator Trumbull. — A telegram received 
in this city by Walter Trumbull, Esq., announces the death of his 
mother, the wife of the Hon. Lyman Trumbull, U. S. Senator 
from Illinois, at Washington, on Sunday morning. This intelli- 
gence will be sad news, not only to Mrs. Trumbull's many personal 
friends, but to that large number who, never having had the pleas- 
ure of meeting her, are still acquainted with those noble qualities 
which were constantly exercised by her for the benefit of her race, 
and which made her one of the representative women of America. 
Possessed of line accomplishments and a mind that based its 
thoughts upon other objects than the butterfly brilliancy of 
fashion, she won the respect of all who knew her, and proved 
herself worthy the high position that she held in society. In 186i 
she was prominently connected with the Sanitary Fair at Chicago, 
and to her helping hand is many a sick and wounded soldier in 
no small degree indebted for the comforts and luxuries which were 
provided at his bedside. At the time of her death she was Presi- 
dent of the Soldiers' and Sailors' Orphans' Home, an institution for 
the education of those whom the rebellion made orphans by the 
murder of their fathers. Always a leader in every good work, 
she was in all respects a true woman, a title which in itself includes 
all the virtues and none of the vices of this world. During her 
whole life a firm believer in Christianity, she proved her faith by 
work's of righteousness and love, ami. at the last, " went trustingly 
i" Jesus." Would that there were more with her virtue. Then 
would the frivolities of life lie supplanted in the human mind 
by more worthy objects, and the world be better and more happy 
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Senatob Tbumbull's recenl bereavement will Becurc him 
much heartfell sympathy, in his great affliction, among the 
wide circle in which Mrs. Trumbull was loved and honored. 

Her list of friends in this city was a larg ne. The lamented 

deceased was the daughter of Dr. Gershom Jayne, of Springfield, 
ami was a native ot this State. At the time of her dec* 
was forty-four years of age It isonlya few months since there 
was celebrated, mosl pleasantly, in this now broken house! 
the silver wedding on the twenty-fifth anniversary of the nuptials, 
which were joined in 1M.",, .Ind-c Trumbull at that time residing 
in Belleville. Six children have been the fruit of this union, 
three of whom are buried at Springfield, to which resting place 
it is said the remains of the mother arc to follow them, < >f three 
loving sons, one is in Montana, the second in Vale College, the 

third, a young lad, at home. The graces of the wife and mother, 
and the irreparable loss from the blow that strike- them for 
from the sum of the happiness of the household she has bl< 
are no themes for the public journal. No human tongue or pen 
can speak comfort in such a bereavement — Chicago Republican. 

Mrs. Trumbull was a daughter of Dr. Jayne, of Springfield, 

111., and after her marriage with Senator Trumbull resided in 
Alton several years, where she was always esteemed. She v 
lady of rare personal endowments, eleganl accomplishments, and 
Christian graces. In every circle in which her exalted position 
placed her. she proved herself one of the foremost ladies of the 
age, in all the attributes of true womanhood. Her untimely 
death will be widely and sincerely lamented. Jacksonville {III) 
Journal. 

Funeral of Mrs. Senator Trumbull. The funeral of M •-. 
Senator Trumbull took place yesterday afternoon, at 5 o'clock, 
from the residence of the Senator, on Firsl street east, and was 
attended by a large number of sorrow-stricken relative-; and 
friends. The services were conducted by Etev. John Chester, of 
the Capitol Hill Presbyterian Church; after which the remains 
were conveyed to the Baltimore depot, and left in a special car 
attached to the 8:45 train, tor Springfield, Illinois, accompanied 
bv Senator Trumbull and his two sons. Mrs. Trumbull's mother, 



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and Dr. Hood, the family physician. The car containing the 
remains and family will go through to Springfield. 

The body was enclosed in a handsome coffin, covered with black 
cloth, and silver trimmings, and a massive silver plate bearing 
the oame, dale of birth and death of the deceased. 

Mrs. Trumbull was but forty-four years of age, and her amiable 
character endeared her to a large circle of relatives and friends, 
and by them her death will be mourned, no less than by a large 
class of humble and indigent persons, to whom, by her unceasing 
and active charitable efforts, she had become known as a minister- 
ing angel for the relief of want and alleviation of suffering. 

She was the president of the National Soldiers' and Sailors' 
Orphans' Home, and by her persevering efforts in the behalf of the 
orphans and other needy ones, did a vast amount of good. 

The funeral was attended by President Johnson, several mem- 
bers of the Cabinet, Senators and members, and fifty orphans from 
the Soldiers' and Sailors' Orphans' Home. One of the sons of the 
Senator is now absent in Montana. — National Intelligencer, 
Washington. 

The Funeral of Mrs. Senator Trumbull.— The funeral 
of this estimable lady took place yesterday, at 5 p. m., from her 
late residence, No. 894 First street east. 

Her remains were placed in a magnificent rosew T ood coffin, over- 
laid with fine black cloth and velvet, which was plaited in neat 
folds, with eight massive silver tassels, and was lined with white 
satin, with frosted net-work, with a heavy fringe. The same was 
heavily silver-plated, with the following inscription tastefully 
inscribed on it: "Julia M. Trumbull, born June 3, 1824; died 
August 16, 1868. " Harvey & Co. were the undertakers. 

Rev. Dr. Chester, of the Capitol Hill Presbyterian Church, 
officiated. After reading the 15th chapter of Corinthians, he 
began by saying: It is fitting, even in these brief services, that 
mention should be made of that blessed hope which so richly 
comforted the heart and adorned the life of our departed friend. 

He then spoke of her soul-sustaining trust in Jesus Christ, At 
an early age she had consecrated her life to His service. Gentle 
yet firm, generous yet wise, a fond and faithful wife; she presented 
a beautiful symmetry of character. Yet it was the grace of Jesus 



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Chrisl which formed these lineaments which seemed so beautiful 
to morta] eyes Be then referred to the little « -< >i 1 1 j »;i 1 1 \ o! 
and sailors' orphans who were present under the supervision of 
their matron, Mrs. Gilbert, who, he said, Borrowed over the 

of one who earnestly labored for their good. In refers to Bome 

touching scenes when she was drawing near death's door, he said. 
some one remarked to her, " Mrs. Trumbull, you are in the Lord's 
hands." "Yes," sin- replied, "and He knows best, and He 
best" [t was the trustful confidence of a child in her Heavenly 
Father. 

Her last words were, "Blessed Father, come." A.nd the elo- 
quenl speaker concluded bj exhorting her relatives and friends 
to walk in her loot-prints. 

Mrs. Gilbert, followed by the little orphans, then passed through 
the large parlor, and took a last look at the remains of their 
devoted friend and protector, which was certainly a very touching 
scene, as there was scarcely a dry eye anion-- them. 

The following are the names of a few of the most prominenl 
persons present : Presidenl Johnson and Mrs. Patterson, Secretaries 
Seward, Randall, Browning, McCulloch,and Schoiield, Gen. Baton, 
Gen. Horace Oapron, Commissioner oi Agriculture, and Mrs. Gen. 
0. O. Howard, with a host of friends. 

A squad of the Capitol police, followed by the Boldiers' and 
sailors' orphans, escorted the remains to the Baltimore depot, 
which were followed by .Senator Trumbull, his son. and all the 
(friends present 

On arriving at the depot, the orphans stood in open ranks, with 
uplifted hats, while the deceased was home between them to a 
special car, which was in waiting to convey her to her former 
home. (Springfield, Illinois,) where they will be interred. 

Previous to leaving the depot, the attendants passed through 
i lie ear, and paid their last respects to the honored dead, and at 
8:45 the train moved off, having in with the corpse the family, 
Dr. Hood, and T. K. Bower, of the Capitol police. — Washington 
Republican. 



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The Funeral of Mrs. Trumbull. — The funeral of the wife 
of Senator Trumbull was attended yesterday afternoon by a very 
large number of our citizens. The services were commenced by 
Dr. Brown, who read an appropriate passage of Scripture, and 
implored the Divine blessing on the afflicted family. The Eev. 
Mr. AVines delivered the funeral sermon, and Eev. Dr. Bergen 
made a personal address. The body was followed to its last 
resting place, at Oak Ridge, by a large concourse of the intimate 
friends and acquaintances of the deceased. — lit. State Register, 
Aug 21, 1868. 

[By a Friend.] 

In the death of Mrs. Trumbull, taken away in the midst of her 
years and her usefulness, we are made to feel that the great pro- 
cession of events in this life is moved upon principles so deep and 
broad, and to issues so mighty and remote, as to be far beyond the 
reach of human thought. Discharging with fidelity all the duties 
of life, a true and devoted wife, a tender and loving daughter and 
mother, and a most valuable member of society, why should she 
be taken and others left? The answer to this question can be 
found only beyond the veil, for to all mortal vision it has ever 
been, and still remains a mystery, and to all human faith a lasting- 
trial. 

Mrs. Trumbull was endowed with superior gifts of mind and 
heart, that through the discipline of life had developed into a 
character of great strength and loveliness. She possessed a cordial 
grace and pleasing dignity of person and manner, and a lace whose 
line features lighted up with a rare expression of intelligence and 
goodness. With an intellect of great clearness and vigor, her 
opinions and principles were the results of her own reflection and 
experience, which she held firmly, and maintained and defended 
with earnestness and power. She was of an open and generous 
nature, and though fastening with strong desire on the objects 
and ends she sought, and working for their attainment with 
unwearied and strenuous effort, her motives and purposes were 
always noble and good, and however dear to her pride or her 
ambition her plans might be, she could never stoop to do an 
unworthy thing for their accomplishment From her position, 
mingling necessarily so much in the conflicts of party, and the 
heated struggles of political life, there was no stain nor blemish 



ever left on her truthfulness The love "I her native land 
with her an abiding passion, and during all the years ol the n 
lion she never faltered for a moment Her loyalty and devotion 
to the Union, and her fast faith in the triumph of the cai 
the country, only grew stronger and glowed moiv brightly, as the 
hope of some grew faint, and the faith of many began to fail. 

She was sweel in temper, kind and tender in feeling, lull of pity 
and sympathy, and 01 f the real pleasures, and the most cher- 
ished work of her life, was found in being the bearer of help and 
consolation to the needy and sorrowing she met in her own pri- 
vate walks, and also in devising and maintaining means and insti- 
tutions of public charity and benevolence. Having large practical 
Bense, and the besl executive talent, and working in this labor of 
love with an ever-glowing zeal and enthusiasm, she accomplished 
large results, for which presenl and coming generations will 
her name Her last important work of this kind, is the Home for 
soldiers' and sailors" orphans in Washington. This institution was 
largely her work, and she was its head and leading manager until 
health and strength failed. The presence of the President and 
Cabinet at the last gathering to testily their resped for her 
life and character, was not so impressive and touching a 
testimonial of her worth, as that borne by the company of orphan 
little ones, who, with their bright young faces, pressed in to take 
their last look at the lace of one who had worked so well and done 
so much for them. 

Mrs. Trumbull was from her youth a sincere and unwavering 

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believer in the religion of Jesus Christ. It was this faith that 
moulded her character and guided her life. It was this that taught 

her the great truth of human brotherh 1. and made her always 

the fearless and determined foe of oppression, and friend of free- 
dom. Neither loud nor obtrusive in profession, her piety burned 
with a clear and steady flame that hallowed her daily life with its 
light and love. Never perplexed with refinements of doctrine, 
and though clear and decided in her own purposes, nol caring over- 
much for differences of sect and creed, she sought rather to clothe 
the naked, to feed the poor, to follow in the sacred footsteps of 
Him who went aboul doing good, and to trust in His grace and 
truth for her sanctitieat ion and immortal life. As this faith and 
hope were her light and joy in life, so were they her rod and Staff 
as she descended into the dark valley ; and when sinking beneath 



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the waters of the dark river, she was heard to murmur with the 
love and trust of a child, the last words, — "Blessed Father, come." 
Mrs. Trumbull bore the suffering which attended her failing 
strength and last sickness, with great and uncomplaining patience 
and resignation. She clung till the last tenaciously to the hope of 
recovery, but bowed submissively to the Supreme Will. She 
sank rapidly the last night, but her sufferings ended at its close. 

"And when the Sun, in nil his state, 

Illumed the Eastern skies, 
She passed through glory's morning gate. 

And walked in Paradise." 



Hartford, Conn., August 23, 1868. 
My Dear Sir : 

Sympathizing with you sincerely as I do in your great 

bereavement, I have little fear that an expression of my personal 

interest in j^our sorrow will be deemed by you intrusive. Although 

" the heart knoweth its own bitterness, and a stranger doth not 

intermeddle;" although no human hand can remove the grief 

which rests down as a heavy pall on the afflicted soul when one's 

very joy of life has been taken away, and he seems to stand not 

merely alone, but incomplete — not only bereft, but riven ; yet we 

are all so constituted as to be in a measure mutually dependent, 

and being divinely enjoined to " comfort one another," and to " bear 

one another's burdens," we have some sense of relief or support 

in the knowledge that others are mindful of our sore trials, and 

desire to speak soothing words to our wounded spirits. Even our 

blessed Saviour longed for companionship in his hour of agony in 

Gethsemane, and with his dying breath he called on the disciple 

whom he loved to minister in tenderest affection to the mother 

who was to mourn his loss. 

It seems but so lately that I was with m} r young friend Camp at 

your hospitable home in pleasant conversation with your good 

wife — then in apparent fullness of life and health — that it is not 

easy lor me to realize that she has already entered into the final 

resl of the redeemed. Vet to yon. I know, these intervening 

weeks have been dreary and anxious, full of trial and soul hcavi- 



ness. I would I could lighten the burden which rest* >'u you in 
consequence, for in all sincerity I sorrow with and for you. 

From the first hour of my meeting with Mrs. Trumb 
well nigh ten years ago— I have had reason for grateful 
tions of her attractiveness and courtesy and gentle kindi 
me and mine ; and as I have beard in bo many ways of her love- 
liness and amiable trails, and of her tireless activity in the ■ 
of our Divine Master, 1 have been rejoiced in m\ acquaintance 
with her and in our constructive kinship. A.nd my recent visit t<> 
your home is peculiarly fresh in my mind, with its memory of her 
graceful and considerate attentions to my friend and in\ 
when tin 1 filling room, with the incoming of distinguish! 
would have absorbed the interesl of one less thoughtful and 
observant of all about her than herself The remembrance of that 
occasion has quickened my sympathy with you during her pro' 
longed illness, of which the public prints have kepi your many 
friends advised. And now 1 would fain assure you thai I. with 
tin' members of my own family, and my young friend, and a host 
of others in our land, have sorrow with you from some knowledge 
of your loss, as well as from a profound personal interest in your- 
self 

It is something to be grateful for to God, thai one who has been 
taken from us was lovely. It gives a joy ^\' memory to recall the 
graces and the good deeds of one who was long by our side. < I 
is to be praised that she whom yon mourn was so affectionate and 
true a wife, so devoted and faithful a mother, so good and noble a 
woman, so active and useful a Christian : and thai now so many 
who ma} 7 say no word to you of their sorrow, mourn for her in 
their hearts, and pray for a blessing on those whom she 
from whom she has been taken. 

" God takes our loved one*- - , but we lose not wholly 

What he lias given ; 
They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly 

A~ in Ilia heaven." 

And the thought is comforting — most of all — that your lo 
one entered into rest only when her work on earth was done Much 
as there seemed to us for her still to do for others here, to the all- 
seeing eye her labor was compL 

" The I. tin* nt is the servant's hour." 



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J - i<. whom she loved and trusted, noted, with infinite knov 
,-A'j,; and with love as great, the best hour for her entrance in 
the mansion prepared for her from the foundation of the worl 
and in calling her as he did, he considered not only her good 1> 
the true welfare of all who were dear to her. And now thai san 

ls whose heart of sympathy and tenderness moved him 
weep with the mourners at the grave of Lazarus — bends loving 
over you and yours, and says to you in your sorrow, "I will n 
leave you comfortless : I will come to you ; " and he will spes 
peace to your soul, according as you trust in him. 

Most beartily do I hope and pray that your dear sons may 1 
drawn by their bereavement to the Saviour who has received the 
mother as one of his own redeemed, and that by it — sanctified 
your good by the power of the Holy Spirit — you may be the i 
ter fitted lor highest usefulness in your wide and important sph 
of public labor; and that when you have finished your work t 
our beloved countiy, and your sons have accomplished what Gc 
has for them to do in our favored land, you may be with ho- wl 
has •• gone before," in "a better country, that is a heavenly." 

" None wanting yonder, 

Bought by the Lamb ! 
All gathered under 

The evergreen palm." 

My own dear wife joins me in sympathizing regards to you, 
do the members of my father's family, and with an especi 
remembrance to my little namesake, I am 

Yours sincerely, 

II. CLAY TRUMBULL, j 
Hon. Lyman Trumbull. 



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