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Funeral services were held at All Saints Memorial Episcopal 

 Church, Meriden, Conn., of which he was a member. Mr Phelps, the 

 rector (and an intimate friend of Mr. Royce's) officiated. The four 

 "bearers in Meriden were members of Merriam Post, G. A. R., Meriden, 

 and one of them was of the same regiment, the 25th Conn. Vols. 



The interment was in the family lot at Elm Grove Cemetery, 

 Poquonock, Conn., where a second service was held in the Memorial 

 Chapel. The bearers were: Mr. Aaron Cook, Company A, 25th Conn. 

 Vols., tent-mate of Mr. Royce in Louisiana ; Mr. Francis Allen from the 

 Army and Navy Club, of which Mr. Royce was a member. Mr. Chas. 

 Williams, Wholesale Druggist. Mr. Burrill, Past-Commander of 

 Robert O. Tyler Post, Hartford, Conn. Robert O. Tyler Post of 

 Hartford, sent a silk flag and their Post Bugler sounded "taps" at the 

 grave. 



U. S. Grant Post of New York of which Mr. Royce was a 

 member, sent a deligate with a silk flag and a bunting flag with a 

 marker for the grave. 



Members of the G. A. R. from Meriden, Manchester, Windsor 

 and Hartford, attended the funeral. 



Major McManus of the 25th Conn. Vols., was present. 



Mr. Royce leaves a wife, Emma Hollister Royce (they were 

 married at Poquonock, Conn., October 15th, 1872), two daughters, 

 Helen Elizabeth Royce and Lucy Atwater Royce, and a son, Robert 

 Hollister Royce. 



GOLD BRICKS & WHEAT. 



So many special offers come to a druggist, that it sometimes 

 taxes his judgment to discriminate between the good propositions and 

 the "gold bricks." Half the success in the drug business lies in know- 

 ing what to accept and what to reject. Here is a special proposition 

 that you can't afford to turn down: Five and two and one-half per 

 cent, off on Fletcher's Castoria, if purchased in gross lots and every- 

 body knows that the genuine Castoria is the wheat on the druggist's 

 shelves. Any jobber will extend you these terms. 



THE BEST FICTION. 



The fond husband was seeing his wife off with the children for 

 their holiday in the country. As she got into the train he said, "But, 

 my dear, won't you take some fiction to read?" 



"Oh, no," she responded sweetly, "I shall depend on your letters 

 from home." — Judy. 



