Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1865-05-12
NO. Z.

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glorious harvest Of Heaven.
And now in the light of this bcauti-
full morning we pray the Almighty Fa-
ther to Finish His work, and cut IL
short In Righteousness; that He will
give success To our armies, and success
To our causo--that this wicked rebellion
may be cnded--that n victosous and
permanent peace may bc established
and that those men who have gone forth
with brave hearts, and iron nerve, tn
face the fry hail, may be received
home with glad hearts, to live long in
the country which they have defended
and preserved. -, ... Wa.
But alas! there are some from among
us, who have gone TO the field of conflict,
those scenes OF danger, to whom the
welcome voice of our country will nov
er more say-return.
Their work has been done; their mis-
sion fulfilled their destiny accomplish
ed, and while with solemn hearta, and
fearful anxiety, we have awaited IT,
dings from our loved ones away, Death
has appeared and borne them to his
realms.
"Ienves have their time 10 f,l
And flowers TO wither at the north winds
And stars to set-butaIl,
lhou hast az seasons for thine own, o pcath!"
OF this truth we are forcibly reminded
by the occasion and the circumstances
which have called Us together. We
meet to-day in Otcdiancc to the call OF
the Chief Magistrate OF this State, to sit
in solemn council together, and pay the
homage which We owe To God and our
country. Not with Slc pcaling cannon
and the clashing OF Furnished arms, nor
with tho muitied drum or Glittcriug
sword, do 'ce come; but with that sol
emn hush and trembling nerve indica-
tive of deep and lasting grief. IT'S not
because no brightness is thrown across
the darkened shadows TINT fit around
our familiar forms, or victory pcrches
upon the banner Of the brave; nor yet
because the end of our Nations sorrow
at length draws nigh, and the morning
of it's redemption at length appears
But, my friends, you we'll know, and
we all feel, that with us this il no time
for idle curiosity, or vain and transient
mirth. But few short days and every
face was bcaming with joy, and every
eye kindling with brilliancy, and every
ear trcmulous with melody, Ms the g!or-
ious news came flashing onward that
victory had crowned our efforts, and
our brave and gallant soldiers would ere
long be permitted to return to their
homes. But mark the change! What
mean those sable badges of mourning
that tlutter from your dwellings, and
which tloat but fnintiy in the evening
breeze: What mean those hushed voices.
and that silent foot-tread az you walk
the busy thoroughfarcs, or with fearful
eye in assembled groups discuss the ter
thtc reality now crushing Us with sur
row? And now, We ask, has not our
Nation its hour of sufltrng--its garden
Of Gethsemane--as we come to view the
awful truth that to-day we are mourn
ing people.
Death sitteth in the Capital! His
sable wing casts his dark shadow DER
Coantry's Hope and 10, Il Nation bend
eth down in tears!
But two short weeks ago and all was
Jubilee; the air was musical with happy
sounds~-thc future full of promise--joy-
Gus smiles beamcd on each frcnman'n
face, and lighted mp tho gentle cyc of
beauty" Bat a. ii To- mock the iondcst
realities of lifc and to teach us that the
Lord is in His holy temple, and that all
the earth should keep silence before
Him, the cxultant strains of our Joy nro
changed to deepest grief, As Abraham
Lincoln, the revcrcd Chief Magistrate of
this Nation, IL cut down in the midst of
his usefulness, and with his honora, like
the diadem of greatness around his care.
worn brow, has met his fate, and ra"scd
to the tomb, and is. numbered with the
dead.
Dead, do we csay? No; the go0a uey-
er die. 1t is not my purpose to eulogizc
the dead. This must be reserved for
ADLER pens than mine. But my heart
Is deeply stirred within me AS contem-
plate the solemn fact that he IL no more.
And, II possible, our grief is augment
ed, and our sorrow magniiied, by the
thought that he has fallen, not by the
quiet approach of the Death Angel,
with folded wing and smiling countc-
nance, but by the hand of the dasiard-
y and cowardly assassin, and
"Sleops Ikea warrior taking his rest
VAIN lIis martial CLOAK wrapped round HIM"
And while to-day with fearful eye and
anguished heart We deplore his loss,
some unseen power touches the heart,
and wekneeland commune viii, kindred
spirits behind the vGi!. But we rcImen,-
Der, my friends, that the death Of tho
martyr is the life Of his cause; and from
that peaceful tomb where lies his sleep
ing dust may, Ph9nix-like, arise, with
renewed and resurrectsd life, those s:I-
cred principles Of Freedom that with
unerring tread shall lead tls on to sure
and certain victory. And now, from
the impressive solennities associated
with this hour, may we learn lesson
which will do US all good. We are not
only admonished Of the uncertainty of
life, and the homage we owe to the ven
Grated and good who have passed from,
the midst Of our Nations councils, but
would remember also the brave and true
who have left their homes and fallen
upon the field CT conflict. May we be,
come, if possible, more devoted to our
country's cause, and through the dawn
ing day Of our Nations greatness, hope
and believe that out OF scpnling evil
God is still educing good, S..
THE Surgeons who held the autopsy
upon Booth assert that he must have en-
durcd untold anguish of body rs well
as Of mind, from the nature Of the fract-
ure of his leg, the small bone having