The Portland daily press., 1880-06-30

dent died. The blood bounded in our veins,
and the tears ran like streams down our faces.
How it was done, I forget, but Butler was
pulled through and pulled up, and entered
the room, where we had Just walked back to
meet him. A broad Grape, a yard long, hung
from his left arm-terrible contrast with the
countless flags that were waving the nations
victory in the breeze. We first realized then
the truth of the sad news that Lincoln was
dead. When Butler entered the room we
shook hands. Some spoke, some couldn't. All
were. in tears. The only word Butler had for
us all at the first break of the silence, was:
Gentlemen, he died in the fullness of his
fame!" and as he spoke it his lips.quivered and
the tears ran fast down his cheeks. Then, af-
ter few moments came the speaking. And
you can imagine the effect, as the Grape Suit
tered in the wind while his arm was uplifted.
Dickinson of New York State was fairly wild
The old man leaned over the iron railing of
the balcony, and stood on the very edge, over
hanging the crowd, gesticulating in the most
vehement manner, and next thing to bidding
the crowd to burn up the rebel seed, root aud
branch while bystander held on to his coat
tails to prevent him from falling over. BY
this time the wave Of popular indignation had
swelled to its crest. Two men lay bleeding on
one Of the side streets, the one dead, the other
next to dying; one on the pavement, the other
in the gutter. They had said only a moment
before, that Lincoln ought to have been shot
long ago! They were not allowed to say it
again! Soon two long pieces Of scantfing stood
out above the heads Of the crowd, crossed at
the top like the letter X, and a looped halter
pendent from the junction, dozen men fol-
lowing its slow motion through the masses,
suddenly the shout rose. The World!' The
World! The office of the Worldl 'World!'
sWorldP 'World!' and a movement of perhaps
5000 to 10000, turning their faces in the direc-
slon Of that that building, began to be executed It
one could tell, did that crowd get in front of
that Office Police and military would have
availed little or been too late. A telegram had
Just been read from Washington: Seward is
dying Just then, at that juncture, man
stepped forward with small flag in his
hand, and beckoned to the crowd. Another
telegram from Washington And then,
the awful stiffness of the crisis, taking
advantage of the hesitation of the
crowd, whose steps had been arrested
moment right arm was lifted skyward, and
a voice, clear and steady, loud and distinct,
spoke out: 'Fellow-citizensl Clouds and dark
ness are round about Him! His pavilion is
dark waters and thick clouds of the skiesl JUS
tice and Judgment are the establishment of
His throne! Mercy and truth shall go before
His face! Fellow-citizensl God reigns and the
Government at Washington still Hves' The
effect was tremendous. The crowd stood riv-
eted to the ground in awe, gazing at the mo-
security of the Government in that hour. As
the boiling wave subsidies and settles to the
sea when some strong wind beats it down, SO
the tumult of the people sank and became still.
All took it as divine omen. 1t was tri-
umph Of eloquence inspired by the moment,
such as but falls to one mans lot, and that but
once in a century. The genius of Webster,
Choate, Everett, Seward, never reached it,
Demosthenes never equaled it. What might
have happened had the surging and maddened
mob been let loose, none can tell. The man
for the crisis was on the spot, more potent
than Napoleon's guns at Paris. Inquired what
was his name. The answer came in a low
whisper: 1T is General Garfield of Ohio'"