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soul," the benediction, by Dr. P. D. Gurley, the Presi-
dent's former pastor, and last of all, a funeral hymn, com-
posed by Dr. Gurley, for the occasion, and the doxology:
Rest, noble martyr! rest in peace;
Rest with the true and brave,

Who, like thee, fell in Freedom's cause,
The Nation's life to save.

Thy name shall live while time endures,
And men shall say of thee,

"He saved his country from its foes,
And bade the slave be free."

These deeds shall be thy monument,
Better than brass or stone;

They leave thy fame in glory's light,
Unrival'd and alone.

This consecrated spot shall be
To Freedom ever dear;
And Freedom's sons of every race
Shall weep and worship here.

O God! before whom we, in tears,
Our fallen Chief deplore,

Grant that the cause, for which he died,
May live forevermore.


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore,

Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

With this the exercises ended, the doors of the tomb were closed, and slowly and thoughtfully the vast assemblage wended their way homeward from off the hill-sides and out of the valley where they had collected, and the dead was left alone.

During the hours in which the funeral ceremonies were conducted, by order of the President, all public buildings at Washington were closed. The Courts also adjourned, and all the municipal offices were closed. Citizens closed their stores, and half-hour guns were fired all the latter part of the day, closing with a national salute at sunset. At all the Capitals of the loyal States and in many of

the cities of the Union, official business was also suspended, and minute guns and salutes were fired.

The correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial very appropriately concluded his report of the ceremonies of the day with the following touching words:

"There in that little grass-grown valley, away from the busy haunts of men, where the timid hare shall gambol, the birds build their nests unscared, and the purling brook shall sing an eternal requiem-there let Abraham Lincoln rest. What more fitting place would himself have chosen wherein to sleep his dreamless sleep? Is that common impulse of those whom the world calls not great a mere superstition, which prompts them to bury their loved ones in the quiet places of the earth? It

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"There let him sleep in that lowly valley by the brook. Not the garish light of cities nor the noise of trade is titting dweller in presence of his tomb; let the oaks of the forest and the ever-returning flowers be watchers by his grave. And there through the future years the grateful freedman shall come to pay the offering of his broken shackles, and there the humble and the toiling poor shall perform his rites of homage undisturbed, and shall hear the kindly voice of Nature saying to him

'So shalt thou rest. And what if thou shalt fall
Unnoticed by the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny; the gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom. Yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee.'

"Thus has the nation buried Abraham Lincoln with a burial more illustrious than that of kings. When was it ever permitted to crowned rulers to receive such lavish

tributes of their people's love, as were paid to this citizen? For 1,500 miles through mourning States has his sacred dust been borne in more than a triumphal chariot, visited by a million of citizens, who wept as they beheld him And, yet not many months, are gone by since a time when many even of his fellow-citizens would have destroyed his life, and many more, who do him reverence to-day, would have spurned his person and teachings with contempt,

'For humanity sweeps onward; where to-day the martyr stands,
On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands-
Far in front the cross stands ready, and the crackling fagots burn-
And the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return

To glean up the scattered ashes nto history's golden urn.""

THURSDAY, MAY 4th, 1865.

Memorable day-Thursday, May Fourth, Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Five: at his home, where the major part of an active life, singularly pure, had been spent, Abraham Lincoln was buried; Abraham Lincoln, the assassinated President, without a personal enemy-re markably kind-hearted-of genial disposition, but brave and solemn-minded-forbearing, because far-seeinguneducated in the management of public affairs, but successful because patient and honest, possessing native tact and practical shrewdness.

Alone in history stand the journey of Abraham Lincoln, President elect, from Springfield to Washington, 1861; and that of Abraham Lincoln, President assassinated, from Washington to Springfield, 1865.

What events crowd each other for review in those intervening four years! How the incidents of the two journeys their objects and their associations-contrast!

Twenty days after the terrible night on which the assassin's bullet destroyed the most precious life in the American nation, the body which that great and good life animated, is deposited in the humble cemetery where lie the remains of neighbors, relatives, and personal friends in private life; and friends, neighbors, and relatives in public life, join the surviving of private life in ceremonies which are the saddest that may ever be performed on the American soil.

What do those twenty days suggest! twenty days of National mourning; twenty days with flags at half-mast; twenty days with emblems of sorrow on the peoples' dwellings, with sable drapery and solemn mottoes on all public buildings; twenty days of such tokens of love,

such tributes of respect as never before were paid to mortal man?

Do not those twenty days suggest something more solemn, more searching than tribute to personal worth, or acknowledgment of public service, however dear that worth-however valuable that service?

Those twenty days embody and will develop clear purpose-earnest determination-purpose and determination born in sorrow-vowed in affliction, before which oppression may tremble, and by which justice shall rule.

Wherever cannon announced to day that Abraham Lincoln's grave was open at Springfield - wherever church bells tolled in harmony with the historic services at that grave-in thousands of homes-in places of business, heads were bowed and hearts were sad as if it were the grave of one by whose death an intimate family circle had been broken. Indeed it is scarcely a figure of speech to say, that by the open grave of Abraham Lincoln stood this day the American people.

What a tribute! How solemn! A nation in habiliments of mourning looking into the open grave of a President-assassinated in the hour of jubilation over a great victory for justice, because he was true to the whole country-because he directed the crushing of an atrocious rebellion which the sum of villainies had instigated.

Oh, People of the United States-Friends of Freedom -Defenders of Right-Protectors of Intelligence-Promoters of Morals and Religion-do not forget that open grave, nor the unparalleled crime which caused it to be dug.

Never did any people possess holier ground on which to register solemn pledges than that which surrounds the grave of the martyr, Abraham Lincoln. Placing him among the men whose lives have been sacrificed that the

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