The tri-weekly standard., 1867-09-19

came Ior reply, then soul put light In the
windows of it's tall tower, and far over the
storm rooted sea flashed its beacon.
Upon the writing leaf of the bookcase
lies register, where visitors leave their
names. Many of these signatures are by
soldiers. One has signed Battery A, 1st
Illinois. The veritable Toby, of Melvilles
Typee" A bishop of the African Methodist
Episcopal Church to his manuel has added
" One of the mourners amoung the millions
of the same class, who mourn the loss of the
most righteous ruler that has ruled nation
in modern times. The best of all was God
was with him. and he died martyr to the
cause of God and bleeding humanity"
Mrs. Tilton says many colored soldiers
have called, and some have been affected
even to tears.
Another visitor a lady from Iowa, first
asked permission, and then composed the
following exquisite acrostic:
"a yes to come, and men shall cry,
B ehold q name divine and blest;
obed in light that cannot die,
A nd in immortal honor drest.
H eneeforth, secure from blight or blame,
A growing fame shall crown thy head;
NJ artyred in freedoms holy name;
l. living to freedoms cans though dead.
ntrusted with q nations veal,
one ever ruled with wiser sway;
hampton of right, we deeply feel
o ur loss in the; thy form we lay
L ow in the dark; yet from thy tomb
n ew hopes and joys and blessings bloom"
In plain black frame lies small piece
of blood stained cloth, and beneath, upon
the paper on which it rests, is written the
name of Laura Keene. This blood-stain is
from Lincoln's death-wound, on part of the
dress worn by the actress into whose lap,
that fatal night, was laid the poor pierced
brain of the martyr. The relic was left by
Miss Keene herself The dress Barnum has
tried in vain to buy, offering for it several
thousand dollars.
Oakridge, the city cemetry, distant three
miles north, is where Lincols body lies. A
transient vault, never used, but marked With
the name cut in marble, stands on the Ma
ther" ground, since adopted for the site of
new capitol Horse cars, labeled with their
destination, twice an hour passing the office,
carry visitors to the tomb. At the end of
the track, near the cemetery, is small park,
with winding walks, seats, swings, anil
little pagoda, from which beneath the oaks,
innocent refreshments are served.
From the park path, down into ravine,
and through gate to the left, across a foot
bridge and over highway, coming into the
city leads to the gate of the cemetery. By
this ravinc the cemetery is traversed; into
it the gate opens; upon the right hand
above spreads the common burial ground,
and upon the left, on the brow of the hill,
surrounded by few acres lately devoted
and sacred to single memory, stand plain
low vault of brick, rooted over with turf
~ l. fha
lingering Lincoln Monument shall he
piled.
The cemetery is lovely spot, well-inter-
laced with walk and drive, and after ram
BILE among cool marbles, foliage and flowers
(emblems of humber, but thus far more
watchful, private sorrow) little brown
frame lodge on the edge Of the hill near the
gate opens its unpretending register for pill
grims to study and sign.
All curious of autographs may here find
pregnant variety; male and female, skilled
and Fude; soa,e right elerkly, Others of
Hard handed men,
Which never labored in their minds till now,
And now have toiled their unbreathed memo
ries,"
to leave an epitaph.
Here it is an old neighbor, there one from
over sea now names with little distinc-
tion of their own, next more to be read alone
by the lustre of another; this tribute of
high breeding, that of poor ploughman,
whose pens struggling furroW, more elo-
quent, proves the force of a spirit, that,
though from earth lifted, from heaven still
quickens clods of the valley.
Thus: Twenty eight years friend and
neighbor of A. Lincoln, whose fame is un-
euualled in American
Some one, with Burns imbued, from jack
son, Louisiana:
An honest man now lies at rest
AS ever God with courage blest,
Few hearts like his with virtue warmed,
Few heads with knowledge so informed"
Another, from Sussex, England:
"Came 1000 miles to pay tribute to the
worlds greatest SON."
Schuyler Colfax leaves his motto:
God burles his workmen, but iis work
goes on.''
James Redpath, too:
How most fifty shall hero be worship
ped? By leaving his tomb to carry out his
work. Whom he emancipated let US entran-
cbise"
The following is richly droped froma lite
rally running hand:
For Pixies Peak:
hLives of great men all remind
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing. leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time"
But at last specimen of tributes the most
touching inscribed by fingers prompted to
an unwonted task by truest worship:
$ And what poor duty cannot do,
Noble respect takes it in might not merit"
These are in the humblest character
Blessed are those the poor mans case
" have seen thy tomb, dear friend May
thou rest in peace" VII.
Watson's Photograph Gallery,