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traitor, who struck for him the blow that has bereaved a nation, but vengeance against the traitors all over the tand who nerved and guided the fiendish blow; against the spirit of the savage and the fiend that has urged and upheld the cold blooded butchery of these millions, which doomed to starvation the thousands in the prison-pens of Andersonville and Richmond, and which has drenched this whole land in blood and tears. Such men, wherever found, as the leaders of evil, are fit only for death ; and while it is the great duty of the hour to extend the hand of forgiveness and love to all the misguided victims of such traitors, it is a duty stern as retribution itself to which this awfully solemn providence has called this nation, to see to it that there be no immunity to treason, no price paid for it in the future, that shall ensure destruction to the coming generations. Justice, at such times, justice to the murderer, justice without fear or passion, justice which abides by God's eternal word and God's eternal right is the only safety for the present, for the coming time and the coming generations : and to justice, this awful providence, this fearful crime has called this nation with a voice like a judgment trumpet.
God grant that we may not forget this justice, this repentance, this vanity and mortality of man, and in the coming future it will be seen that this bloodiest murder of the modern ages has not, in God's great providence, been in vain.
ADDRESS DELIVERED IN THE SECOND STREET PRESBY
BY REV. DUNCAN KENNEDY, D.D.
At this hour, an event is occurring at the Capitol of the nation, upon which the gaze of the millions of our countrymen is intensely fixed. It is not what a few days since, we anticipated it would be, a scene of gladness, accompanied by every outward demonstration of rejoicing. On the contrary, it is one of funereal gloom, of tears, of unaffected grief. How abrupt the transition from the anticipated to the real, and how mighty the contrast between the two! How strange that amid circumstances well fitted to beget the loudest pæans of national joy; when numerous armies are yielding to the power of the government; when strong fortifications are crumbling at our feet; when skillful generals are stricken with despair, and veteran soldiers are scattering like the leaves of autumn; when treason is suffering a fatal exhaustion, and rebellion is in its dying struggle; when the drama of blood, with its fearful scenes of carnage, is culminating in the restoration of peace and concord; when the gļorious banner of the Union has just been unfurled in the very place, where, four years since, it was stricken down by parricidal hands; how strange that amid such stirring and heart-thrilling events, the day should be one of unaffected sorrow, and that the whole country should be clothed in habiliments of mourning!
For a solution of this mystery, we ask you to look at what is now passing at the Capital. There is seen a densely formed procession made up of myriads of all classes of our fellow citizens, moving in slow and measured tread, marked by every token of sadness, bearing forth the mortal part of one, whose official life has commanded deeper feeling, stronger affection, fiercer animosity, and a more extended influence than have gathered around any other Chief Magistrate of this people, since the “Father of his Country” sunk to rest amid the hallowed shades of Mount Vernon ! The true patriot has accomplished his mission; the , loving heart has ceased to beat; the mild eye is forever closed; the friendly voice is silent; the head that had toiled so unremittingly for the integrity of the nation, and had so successfully planned for the reëstablishment of prosperity and peace, is being laid upon its pillow of earth, and we are taking our farewell look of all that remains of ABRAHAM LINCOLN, the latest, and among the best of the presidents of the United States ! No wonder the nation is in tears! No wonder that every town and city and hamlet through all the loyal states are draped in emblems of grief!. No wonder that universal joy, which was beginning to burst forth in various forms and expressions of outward gladness, has been repressed, yielding to the mightier claims of universal sorrow!
Had the event occurred in the usual course of providential dispensation, deep as the mystery might
seem, and profound as the grief would be, the shock would not have been so great, nor the revulsion of feeling so abrupt and painful. Had he died as men ordinarily die, had we been apprised, day by day, of the progress of disease working its way, slowly but surely, toward the seat of life, we would have become nerved for the event, and the dread intelligence he is dead, would have been received with comparative composure. But no such premonitions prepared us for the catastrophe. We had not thought even, that such an event was possible. Had the blow been struck when he was in Richmond, it would have been scarcely a matter of surprise, for there, we knew him to have been surrounded by the bitterest enemies; but having returned in safety, we dismissed our transient fears, and yielded to the calmness of wonted security. But how soon has the spell been broken! How sudden and stunning the event! Ruthlessly stricken down in the fullness of his strength by the bloody hand of the assassin; at the period too, when beginning to realize the rewards of toil, anxiety and responsibility without parallel in official experience; when, having reached the point in the national struggle, from which, as from a lofty eminence, he could see the sun of peace and prosperity beginning to gild the darkened heavens, and contemplate the different states of the Union soon to enjoy undisturbed repose - at such a time, in the very capital of the nation, surrounded and protected by the most formidable defences, to be made the victim of that foul spirit of treason which he had so long and successfully battled, is well fitted to strike every heart with horror, and to cause the sternest spirits in the land to tremble with agitation and fear! In view of such an event, paralleled only by the assassination of Henry IV of France, and of the Prince of Orange of Holland, no wonder that an entire nation is in tears! And when the millions of the dusky children of the south shall have heard that “Father Abraham," the Moses of their deliverance from worse than Egyptian bondage, has fallen, their mourning will be even more deep than ours, it will be “as the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.”
For many of the disappointments and disasters which occurred at the commencement, and during the progress of the war to the army and the navy; for the conflicting theories and conduct of statesmen which perplexed the councils of the nation; and for the incompetency or treachery of military leaders which, at times, cast so deep a gloom over the loyal spirit of the people, we are able to discover satisfactory reasons. They were the necessary conditions in the evolution of a divine purpose, by which grand results have been wrought out for the permanent benefit of the nation. The contest was protracted in order to secure universal liberty, to mature and intensify the sentiment of nationality, and to demonstrate the power of self-government inherent in the republic, before the nations of