WILL BE BURIED SUNDAY.

All Arrangements Not Yet Completed for Commodore Davidson's Funeral.

Even the air seemed oppressive yesterday about the great stone house at the corner of Jackson and Tenth streets, where the remains of the late Commodore Davidson were lying, awaiting interment, and silent female figures moving noiselessly about the darkened rooms added to the solemnity of the scene. Outside heavy black folds of crape hung idly from the bell handle, and a big mastiff, formerly a great pet of the deceased, sniffed suspiciously at the dread omen while he lay stretched at full length on the floor of the porch. It was agreed yesterday that the funeral should take place Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock, but other necessary details must await the arrival of certain members of the family who cannot reach St. Paul until night.

All day long sympathizing friends anxious to pay respect to the memory of the dead commodore, as well as to comfort the mourning family, were at the house with proffered assistance, but Mrs. Davidson could not see visitors, being utterly prostrated by the sudden bereavement.

Down town, wherever the name of the dead man was mentioned, followed expressions of regret, especially from those who had been associated with him in business, and the mourning emblems on the office entrances opposite the GLOBE building was a constant reminder of the community's loss.

Rev. E. D. Neill said to a GLOBE reporter that he had not been very intimate with him. "He came to St. Paul early in 1860," said the minister, "and at once entered upon an energetic career in the business of steamboating. His name was always synonymous with honesty and fair dealing, and he was in every way a representative citizen of whom St. Paul might well be proud. It was not my good fortune to know Commodore Davidson personally, but I heard so much about him, even when thousands of miles separated us, that I grew to look upon him in the light of an old friend.

When I left St. Paul he was just entering upon his busy career, and when, after a lapse of years, I returned to my home, the commodore was reputed to have amassed a competency and was quietly enjoying it. All my friends knew him, and he was a frequent topic of conversation, and cited as an example of what pluck and integrity would accomplish in this Western country. I regret that my relations were not more intimate with this good citizen of Minnesota, and I am almost ashamed to confess my ignorance of one who was so distinguished among his associates."

The pall-bearers are Capt. Russell Blakely, Peter Berkey, Walter Mann, Gen. John T. Averill, W. P. Murray, A. H. Wilder, C. H. Bigelow, E. F. Drake and John T. Merriam.