The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1865-05-11
Proceedings Of the United States Circuit
Court for the District Of Indiana.

At twenty minutes past 10 o. clock the
the United States Marshal opened the
session Of this Court, in the chamber i'll
the postoifice building, whereupon the
Hon. j. w. Gordon delivered an eulo-
~ upon the late President Abraham Lin
coin. BY the kindness of the gentle
man we have been furnished copy OF
his address, which we here give: Jour.
SPEECH OF MIR. GORDON.
Nay It please the Court.
This hall is draped in the habiliments
OF woe. The Justice of our dear native
land is a mourner. Abraham Lincoln,
her first minister, stricken dead by the
cruel hand of injustice and crime, lies
still unburied in her presence. With
streaming eyes she follows his funeral
train, and goes with the weeping nation
to lay his mortal remains in their non
ored grave, where they shall
-"Sleep in blessings
And "have a tomb of orphans tears ~ept on EN-"
All the uses of life unite their sighs
and tears with hers. Labor, brown with
sun, and wind, and toll leaves her fields
and shops, and with grief stained visage
weeps beside his bier. Her plow stands
still in the unfinished furrow, and her
hammer lies idly by the silent anvil
The hum of her busy mills is hushed !,
and even the stalwart strokes of her ak
men no longer resound through the silent
forests. Commerce is dumb with grief.
and drapes her splenid chambers with
the cnsigns of her mighty sorrow
Art catches the mournful inspiration,
and goes forth with the people in its sad
8 L..
and painting, and music and song, have
found anew theme, and, as if enamored
Of death and woe, have brought the uni
verse, to crown them with immortal
beauty. In the gloom of .their bright,
fearful eyes orr poor human souls catch
glimpses of 1.-The land Of the hereafter"
to which the night of death and sorrow
is but the gate.
Religions with all her temples bearing
the badges of a grief that words cannot
utter, minglcs her tears with those Of her
sisters, and grects the mourners with the
high consultations OF an immortal life
beyond the grave.
q, what a sad pilgrimage were this, on
which the stricken soul OF the people is
gone forth. If the grave, to which it leads,
were all OF him whose sacred dust it
soon shall hide forever. 1t is not all
No the use, the justice, the beauty and
the divine in our nature. all tending up
ward until Heaven itself bends down and
takes US up in the strong arms of Relig-
ION, combine to assure US Of Immortality.
Let us, then, look up through our tears.
and we shall behold him whom we mourn
as dead. made perfect through labor, and
patience, and suffering. crowned and i'm
mortal. ~
But the soul Of Abraham Lincoln will
live long in the regenerated institutions
OF his country, and in the country itself
which his labors and blood have done so
much to redeem from the curse OF caste
and ..the bondage of corruption" 1,
will live in the language of his native
lsnd---in the words he has spoken, and in
the deeds he has done-as long IS plain
truth. and manly action are admired
among men.
What lesson his life has left the
world! Every step he has taken from
the rude cabin door where he was born,
TO the honored grave where his remains