Weekly Trinity journal., 1865-04-29
THE ASSASSINATION
c NJ M e NTS OF THE PRE- -

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The clock strikes the first midnight of the
nations widowhood. The city, exhausted by
her weeping, and cooled from her anger, lies
sleeping with ssubdued pulsations, save where
the heavy tread of infantry disturbs, the echoes
answering, all is we'll There is but single
thought among all of the twenty millions Of
people who are now awake but one illustrlous
name is spoken, save in comparison with the
good and great benefactors of mankind. rms
morning-for the index has gone round the dla,
the sabes of unspeakable sorrow droop IN all
the loyal homes of the people, from ST. johns
to the Rio Grande from the placid Delaware to
the stormy promontory of MendocinG from the
Lake Of the Woods to the uttermost land South.
ward. In all the holier temples of God, 1t VIII
be read Blessed are the dead who die IN the
Lord for, they rest from their labors and their
works do follow them % Old men will again
find the long-lost fountains of tears, and little
children too unlearned and innocent to kno"
the meaning of assassination, will ask thelr
mothers, what makes them cry, and why their
fathers look mournful And after WHILE
the sad story will be told by the rough fre-sides
in the Wilderness and in the wigwam of the red
man, who will mourn the Great Father with
warriors stately lamentation. 1t will be told
to the poor black creatures swarming up from
the lduu Vi Egypt, anu out Oh Tue mouse Vi ooHu-
age, who will hold up their calloused palms,
with wrists still fretted by the thong, and bewail
with the rude eloquence of the barbarian. Then,
it will be borne across the ocean to become the
theme of Parliament and peasants story to be
talked of under the snowy eminences OF the
Alps, in the deep valleys of Hungary on the
stored plains of Poland where Caesar triumphed
and Rienz wept where the lustrous Bozarrls
fell in his glorious prime to Moslem and Musco-
vite, and Arab and Mortimer, to where the
mysterious light of the Arctic shall have wrought
its crimson ghost upon the snow. And this is
the good man 8 fame. But, for his murderer let
US hope that Heavens vast catalogue of mer-
ciss there is, at least, one sin objectionable !;
that in the nfnity of hell, deep in some seething
cavern still uninhabited, there may be flames
whose temper is yet untried, and which will
leap up eZultantly to meet and embrace him.
Until then, let
Earths fruit be ashes his lip. The leaves
Wherein he lies to sleep be srewed with scorpions
Deny him SHELTER the earth home;
The sun her light, and Heaven her God!
Men and brethren, why stand ye gazing so
steadfastly into the heavens? Have you seen the
gitterng gates being lifted up, and King and
Broderick and Baker coming FORTH to help the
pilgrim soul, wearied with its long flight from
the shores of time, to surmount the golden por-
tails Have you heard the fatering voice OF
Freedom, saying Let not Italy forget her Carl
baldi Greece her Bozarrs Hungary her Kos
suth Ireland her O'Connell and America her
Lincoln Would you build him monument
enduring the pyramids, and whose stately
column would so WOO the skies that angels
might step forth upon it ? But it were vain.
The monument of his fame is already builded,
and beneath its shadow things must moulder,
and around its summit eternity will play