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Colored men of Washington Sons of Levi.
Eastern Star Lodge, No. 1,028, I. O. O. F.
Union Friendship Lodge, No. 891.
Potomac Union Lodge, of Georgetown, No. 892
Olive Lodge, No. 967, A. Y. M.
The Catholic Benevolent Association, carrying a banner bearing the motto, "In God we trust."
Harmony Lodge of Odd Fellows.
Union Grand Lodge of Maryland
A colored regiment from the front arrived at precisely two o'clock, and not being able to proceed any further than the corner of Seventh street, halted in front of the Metropolitan Hotel, wheeled about, and became by that manœuvre the very head and front of the procession. They appeared to be under the very best discipline, and displayed admirable skill in their various exercises.
Long before the solemnities began at the White House, crowds of people flocked to the Capitol. The magnificent edifice was handsomely draped with black. All the pillars and windows wore the solemn emblems of mourning, and high upon the splendid dome the same sad symbols drooped despondingly. It was arranged that the funeral procession should pass up by the north side of the Capitol, and enter the building at the central door of the east front. There stood the black platform by means of which the coffin was to be lifted down from the car, and over the central door there was a small black canopy.
The people gathered in groups, picnicked on the grass or covered the marble steps. Inside there reigned a solemn silence, broken only by the thunders of artillery just beyond the Capitol grounds. On the west balcony sat Simon Cameron, who was to have been one of the pall-bearers, but who was unable to get into the White House, and so awaited the arrival of the procession.
The tolling of bells and the minute-guns from the forts announced that the cortège was forming, and made the solemnity of the deserted Capitol almost oppressive. Then the mournful pageant could be discerned moving slowly down the grand avenue-moving, and yet it did not seem to move, so gradual was its advance. It was after three o'clock before the President's remains reached the rotunda.
All the pictures on the rotunda walls were covered with black, and the statues were completely draped, except the statue of Washington, which wore a black scarf. In the centre of the
marble floor stood the catafalque, covered with black. It was about nine feet long, three feet high, and four feet broad. The black cloth was ornamented with silver fringe and looped with silver stars. At each corner of the structure was the fasces, and on either side were muskets, rifles, carbines, bayonets, sabres, and cutlasses, arranged as trophies. No flag was displayed in the rotunda. On every hand were the black hangings and the black crape, and the effect was inexpressibly gloomy.
Just after three o'clock the head of the cortége wheeled into the open space in front of the eastern entrance. The soldiers filed past in the order already given, and when the infantry extended quite across the open space they halted and faced inward, thus inclosing the entrance in a military square. The artillery passed behind the infantry, and took a position on the hill opposite the entrance. The cavalry remained without in the street. Then the officers of the army and navy gathered in great groups in front of the infantry. Finally, the carriages rolled slowly up to deposit the pall-bearers, mourners, and Committee of Arrangements, who formed in double line up the steps leading to the east door. On either hand, and behind the soldiery, thro gs of spectators looked silently on, the colored men and women being especially conspicuous, since they had secured the best posts of observation. A burst of sad melodies filled the air, and the funeral car stopped to allow Abraham Lincoln to enter the Capitol for the last time.
Six weeks and a half ago President Lincoln stood upon a platform built over the very steps up which he was now being carried, and delivered his second inaugural address. With few exceptions the same faces surrounded him then as now. Then the same crowd was assembled to do him honor, and long lines of soldiers presented arms at his approach-just as they do today. Though the Lieutenant-General was not present then, Vice-Admiral Farragut stood by the President's side, and the glittering galaxies of brave officers of the army and navy were there, and the Cabinet ministers were at his left hand, and Andrew Johnson was quite as conspicuous, and Senators and Congressmen and diplomatists were as numerous. Then the sun broke through the storm-clouds as if blessing him, and now it beamed as brightly upon his upturned face. There was the same scene, the same actors, the same spectators; but over all
there was a terrible change. Then the President lived, and now he lay in his coffin, murdered by his assassin. Then he spoke pious words of peace, of good-will, and of his steadfast determination to preserve the Union. Now he spoke still more powerfully in his death, and every man felt the force of the lesson taught by that cold still form, and said amen to its moral.
The troops presenting arms, the bands playing a requiem, the assemblage standing uncovered, and the artillery thundering solemnly, the coffin was carefully removed from the funeral car, carried into the rotunda by a detail from the President's bodyguard, and placed upon the catafalque. Preceding the little procession came Major French, whose officers stood in line with heads bared. Then followed the pall-bearers, who parted on either side of the catafalque. The coffin came next, and the moment it was placed in position, Dr. Gurley, standing at the head of the coffin, uttered a few brief and most impressive remarks, chiefly in solemn words of Scripture, consigning the dead ashes once animated by the soul of Abraham Lincoln to their original dust. The deep tones of his voice reverberated from the vast walls and ceiling of the rotunda, now first used for such a solemn occasion, and during the impressive scene many were affected to tears:
"It is appointed unto men once to die. The dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit to God who gave it. All flesh is but as grass, and the glory of man as the flower of grass; the grass withereth, and the flower thereof fadeth away. We know that we must die and go to the house appointed for all living. For what is our life? It is even as a vapor that appeareth for a little time and then vanishes away. Therefore, be ye also ready; for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of Man cometh. Let us pray
"Lord, so teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Wean us from this transitory world. Turn away our eyes from beholding vanity. Lift our affections to the things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God. There may our treasure be, and there may our hearts be also. Wash us in the blood of Christ. Clothe us in the righteousness of Christ. Renew and sanctify us by his word and spirit. Lead us in the paths of piety for his name's sake. Gently, Lord, oh gently guide us through all the duties and changes and trials of our earthly pilgrimage. Dispose us to pass the time of our sojourning here in
fear, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, and living soberly, righteously, and godly in this present world; and when, at the last, our time shall come to die, may we be gathered to our fathers, leaving the testimony of a good conscience in the communion of the Christian Church, in the confidence of a certain faith, in the comfort of a reasonable, religious, and holy hope, in favor with Thee, our God, and in perfect charity with the world: all which we ask through Jesus Christ, our blessed Lord and Redeemer. Amen.
"Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God, in his wise providence, to take out of this clay tabernacle the soul that inhabited it, we commit its decaying remains to their kindred element-earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust-looking for the general resurrection, through our Lord Jesus Christ, at whose coming to judge the world, the earth and sea shall give up their dead, and the corruptible bodies of them that sleep in Him shall be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby He is able to subdue all things unto himself. Wherefore, let us comfort one another with these words. And now may the God of Peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every good work, to do his will, working in you that which is well-pleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ, the resurrection and the life, our Redeemer and our hope, to whose care we now commit these precious remains, and to whose name be glory forever and ever. Amen."
As the prayer closed, President Johnson entered the rotunda, attended by several senators. Lieutenant-General Grant, who had hitherto stood modestly but conspicuously among the pallbearers, next to General Halleck, now fell back out of sight. Captain Robert Lincoln and the family relatives appeared more prominently. Then the President's bodyguard and the cavalry escort filed in and formed in double column to the west of the catafalque. The only persons in the rotunda were the relatives, the clergymen, the officers in charge of the body, the pallbearers, the President and his Cabinet, four representatives of the press, the Illinois and Kentucky delegations, Marshal Lamon and a few of his committee, the soldiers already mentioned, Commissioner French, and the Capitol police. There was no delay in Dr. Gurley's remarks, and the shuffling of feet as the distinguished persons outside tried to steal in before the conclusion of the ceremonies was the only interruption. The prayer fol
lowed close upon the burial service, and the benediction as closely followed the prayer.
The rotunda was then cleared, and President Lincoln lay almost alone. A detail of soldiers was then made. Guards were stationed at all the doors leading from the rotunda. Instructions were issued to admit no one. Secretary Stanton remained behind for a while, apparently to give these orders and see them executed. General Augur and his officers took charge of the corpse. Commissioner French stationed his officers around the building. The attendant carefully brushed every spot of dust from the coffin and catafalque. The undertaker then arrived, and all those not on duty retired. The simple ceremonies in the rotunda were over by four o'clock.
The corpse of the President was placed beneath the right concave, now streaked with mournful trappings, and left in state, watched by guards of officers with drawn swords. This was a wonderful spectacle—the man most beloved and honored, in the ark of the Republic. The storied paintings representing eras in its history were draped in sable, through which they seemed to cast reverential glances upon the lamented bier. The thrilling scenes depicted by Trumbull, the commemorative canvases of Leutze, the wilderness vegetation of Powell, glared from their separate pedestals upon the central spot where lay the fallen majesty of the country. At night the jets of gas concealed in the spring of the dome were lighted up, so that their bright reflection upon the frescoed walls hurled masses of burning light, like marvellous haloes, upon the little box where so much that was loved and honored rested on its way to the grave. And so through the starry night, in the fane of the great Union he had strengthened and recovered, the ashes of Abraham Lincoln, zealously guarded, lay in calm repose.