Weekly Trinity journal., 1868-01-04
WEEKLY TRINITY JOURNAL.
yon, xU,.LI,ne and Abraham Lincoln.

We copv the following from the Oregon Union
,,t. written by the present editor Of that paper,
and former editor of the San Francisco Flag,
Calvin B. Mcdonald:
In one of his great speeches, Daniel Webster
said Gentlemen, the bones of poor John WICK
life were dug out of his grave seventy years
after his death and burned for his heresy' anu
his ashes were thrown upon river IN "ar"ioh-
shire. Some one says
"sThe Avon to the Severn runs.
And Wickfe's dust shall spread abroad
Wide ss the waters be-
q The chronicler relates that, in obedience 10
the order of the Council of Constance, III if-''
the remains of Wickliffe were exnumed anu oui ~.
ed 10 ashes. and these cast into the owilt,
neiobborinp brook running hard by. Thus, TINS
brook hath conveyed his ashes into the Avon
Avon into Severn Severn into the narrow seas
they into the main ocean, And thus tue asEeS
of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine,
which now is dispersed all the world over.
What the reformation was to the religious and
ecclesiastical world of Europe. the late war mas
been TO the moral and political condition OF this
Republic Wickliffe suffered a post mortem
martydom for Freedom of the Soul, after his
doctrine had taken the wings OF the morning
to fly TO the uttermost parts OF the sea Aora-
ham Lincoln fell a martyr to Civil Liberty, just
as her shining car rose upon the horizon While
Wickliffe's ashes are swept round aud round the
circle of the seas, to rekindle upon strange
shores, the dust of the other under better civ
iization, is suffered to repose in peace in the
Shrine of the Prairies.
Glorious Old Abe as votive millions love to
call him in affection, how illustrious he lived
and died for Freedom, and how imperishable is
the halo of his memory Like the strong man
of the Hebrews, he shook down the temple OF
slavery with his last departing strength while
that which was immortal swiftly ascended the
causeway of the skies The sign of his departure
went round the circumference of the globe, and
when the eternal gates were lifted up there was
but one thought in all the sad memories OF the
people, and but one name faltered in boundless
vale of tears. The signals of mourning dropped
in all the loyal homes from St. Johns to the Rio
Grande, from the placid Delaware to the stormy
outguard of Mendocino, and every flag of civil
izaton came downGfrom its naughty eminence.
Old men found again the long-lost fountains of
their tears and little children asked their moth
ers why all the people looked so mournfu. AT
ter while the story was told by the settlers
freside in the wilderness, and in the wigwam of
the red man, who bewaied the Great Father
with warriors stately lamentation. 1t was
heard by the swarthy millions who were coming
up from the land of Egypt and they lifted up
their voices and wept. Then it was borne across
the sea and became the theme of Parliament and
cottage. 1t was talked of under the snowy pyr-
amids of the Alps, among the forest trees of
Hungary and in the countries of kosciusco, of
Caesar and Bozzaris, and still was carried on to
the Moselm and Muscovte and Northman, and
on to where the mysterious light of the Arctic
had wrought its crimson ghost upon the snow.
Let Abraham Lincoln lie as he fell, like the
northern pine overthrown in its pride and glory
by the irresistible winds. Let him live in his
tory the representative of his age and people,
without an artificial adornment by the sculptor,
the painter or the historian. His deeds of pat
rotism and humanity are his sublimest monu-
ment, which shall remain when marble itself
shall be wasting under the moses of time. Be-
side it Free Labor will keep guard perpetually,
with cloven helmet and crimson battle-ax; and
under its shadow, as often as the orbit of the
year shall have been complete, the Genius of
Freedom shall weep, like fearful Niobe, until
the feeting angel shall have sounded the reveille
of the great, the good and the just.