Joseph Pennell: Final Resting Place

Joseph Pennell Etching the 
Washington Episcopal Cathedral [directly on the plate], 1923

"On Monday, April 26, 1926, Joseph Pennell made his last journey to Philadelphia over the familiar route - with him friends, who appreciated him as man and artist both, and were more than willing to pay him their last tribute as his pallbearers: Robert Underwood Johnson, his first editor and Secretary of the Academy of Arts and Letters; Burton J. Hendrick, Secretary of the Institute of Arts and Letters; William Henry Fox, Director of the Brooklyn Museum; J.B. Bishop, Secretary of the Panama Commission; Gari Melchers, President of the New Society; Gifford Beal, President of the Art Students' League; Edward Larocque Tinker, author whose friendship and work he prized; Edward Robins, my brother. 

Friends waited at the old familiar Quaker Meetinghouse in Germantown. The students from the League came in a body. Philadelphia societies and clubs were represented. The services in the small austere room were more impressive in their simplicity, more solemn than any elaborate rites held in a great Romanesque or Gothic church. In that tranquil place where Friends had given testimony for long years, even those who were not Friends, seemed compelled by some power within to speak what they knew of Joseph Pennell, champion of truth, one who fought a brave fight for the freedom of art and artists.

He was buried close to his mother and to Aunt Martha who had been dear to him, in the cemetery which is just outside the Meetinghouse. It was a pale blue April day, the feeling of spring in the air, the grass fresh in its first green, a suggestion of blossoms here and there, one touch of brilliant colour in the bank of flowers by the open grave, they, no less than the spoken words, bearing their testimony that a few understood the artist who never sacrificed eternal truth to the popularity that passes.

And so I left him, in that Friends' Graveyard at Germantown where two of his family and more than one of his schoolmates were already at rest, only their names and dates on the little gravestones. I remembered his written words: 'And I want to lie there too.'" 

(Excerpts from "The Life and Letters of Joseph Pennell, Volume Two" by  Elizabeth Robins Pennell.)