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or soldier uttered one note of dissent, and in an hour or two after Mr. Lincoln's death, another, by constitutional power, occupied his chair. If the government moved forward without one single jar, the world will learn that republics are the strongest governments on earth.

And now, my friends, in the words of the departed, "with malice towards none," free from all feeling of personal vengeance, yet believing the sword must not be borne in vain, let us go forward in our painful duty. Let every man who was a Senator and Representative in Congress, and who aided in beginning this rebellion, and thus led to the slaughter of our sons and daughters, be brought to speedy and to certain punishment. Let every officer educated at public expense, and who, having been advanced to position, has perjured himself, and has turned his sword against the vitals of his country, be doomed to a felon's death. This, I believe, is the will of the American people. Men may attempt to compromise and to restore these traitors and murderers to society again, but the American people will rise in their majesty and sweep all such compromises and compromisers away, and shall declare that there shall be no peace to rebels.

But to the deluded masses we shall extend arms of forgiveness. We will take them to our hearts. We will walk with them side by side, as we go forward to work out a glorious destiny. The time will come when, in the beautiful words of him whose lips are now forever sealed, "the mystic cords of memory which stretch from every battlefield and from every patriot's grave shall yield a sweeter music when touched by the angels of our better nature."

The oration was listened to with the most marked attention, and at the conclusion "Over the Valley the Angels Smile,"

was sang.

At this stage of the proceeding Rev. Dr. P. D. Gurley arose and made a few remarks, and offered the closing prayer. The following hymn and doxology was then sung, and the service closed by benediction, by Rev. Dr. Gurley:


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,
Unrivalled 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.

The troops and the fire department then formed into line and marched back to the city.

We have thus followed the remains of President Lincoln from Washington, the scene of his assassination, to Springfield, his former home, and now to be his final resting place. He had been absent from Springfield ever since he left it in February, 1861, for the national capital, to be inaugurated as President of the United States. We have seen him lying in state in the Executive mansion, where the obsequies were attended by numerous mourners, some of them clothed with the highest public honors and responsibilities which our republican institutions can bestow, and by the diplomatic representatives of foreign governments. We have followed the remains from Washington, through Baltimore, Harrisburg, Philadelphia, New York, Albany, Buffalo, Cleveland, Columbus, Indianapolis, and Chicago, to Springfield, a distance in circuit of 150C or 1,800 miles. On the route five millions of people have appeared to manifest by every means of which they were capable

their deep sense of the public loss, and their appreciation of the many virtues which adorned the life of Abraham Lincoln, and one million came in order and sorrow to gaze on his lifeless countenance. All classes, without distinction of politics, spontaneously united in the posthumous honors. All hearts seemed to beat as one at the bereavement; and now funeral processions are ended, our mournful duty of escorting the mortal remains of Abraham Lincoln to Springfield is performed. We have seen them laid in the tomb. The gratitude of his country will rear noble monuments to commemorate his virtues and his services: a more enduring monument is in the hearts of his countrymen.




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