The Funeral of General Nathaniel Lyon
From Life of General Nathaniel Lyon by Ashbel Woodward:
"The day was singularly beautiful, even among the lovely autumnal days of New England.
Ten o'clock had been appointed for the commencement of the services. But hours earlier, people began to pour into the village in continuous streams. For miles around, the principal roads were filled with long and nearly unbroken lines of conveyances. . . . By ten o'clock, fifteen thousand people had assembled with the circumference of the village. . . .
In front of the pulpit of the Congregational Church, the remains of Gen. Lyon lay in state. Upon the coffin were placed the hat which he waved aloft. . .and the sword which had become scarred and weather-beaten from sharing in the long, hard service of its owner. . . . Flowers were strewn upon the lid, and the banner which he had followed so devotedly, and upheld so gloriously, threw its graceful fold over the head of the sleeping warrior."