You have been longer and more intimately
associated with him in social life and earnest work than I was. But I
scarcely think that even you loved him more, and I feel as if I was
hardly even second to you in his regards. Let our tears fall together
to-day, and in each of our hearts let his memory live ever fresh and
fondly cherished.

Hymn 624, "Rock of Ages, cleft for me," was then sung, after which
prayer was offered and the benediction was pronounced by the Rev. J. G.
Laird, President of the Toronto Conference. A musical voluntary and the
"Dead March" concluded the impressive service.

The remains were then borne to Mount Pleasant Cemetery, where they were
afterwards interred.[150] The concluding portion of the burial service
was read by the Rev. Dr. Nelles.

On the following Sunday the funeral sermon was preached by Rev. Dr.
Nelles. The _Guardian_ said:--

The discourse of Dr. Nelles was a masterly and eloquent review of
the salient points in Dr. Ryerson's life and character. We have
rarely listened to a sermon with greater satisfaction, and never to
a funeral sermon so discriminating in its statements and
characterization. It was distinguished by a broad mental grasp of
the great lessons and facts of history, in the light of which all
personal and local events must be viewed, to be seen truly and
impartially. His appreciative recognition of the privileges of
religious equality which we possess in Canada, and of the prominent
part taken by Dr. Ryerson in obtaining them, was very suggestive
and felicitous. We rarely follow to the grave so eminent a man as
Dr. Ryerson; and we seldom have heard a discourse so fully equal to
a great occasion.

Tributes to Dr. Ryerson's Memory.

After Dr. Ryerson's death kind telegrams and letters of condolence were
received by the family from many sympathizing friends, among which was
one from the Marquis of Lorne, Governor-General. The following letter
was also received by Mrs. Ryerson from the Rev. William Arthur, M.A.,
dated London, England, April 10th, 1882:--

The news of your great bereavement, a bereavement which, though yours in
a special sense, is not yours alone, but is felt by multitudes as their
own, came at a moment when a return of an old affection of the eyes
made writing difficult, and I did not like to give you a mere line. From
my heart I do condole with you on the removal from your side of one