train moved to Baltimore
, thence to Harrisburg
, New York
, and at last to Springfield
As the funeral cortege passed through New York it was reverently gazed upon by a mass of humanity impossible to enumerate.
No ovation could be so eloquent as the spectacle of the vast population, hushed and bareheaded under the bright spring sky, gazing upon his coffin.
's own words over the dead at Gettysburg
came to many as the stately car went by: “The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.”
It was remembered, too, that on the 22d of February, 1861, as he raised the American
flag over Independence Hall, in Philadelphia
, he spoke of the sentiment in the Declaration of Independence
which gave liberty not only to this country, but, “I hope,” he said, “to the world for all future time.
But if this country cannot be saved without giving up that principle, I was about to say I would rather be assassinated upon this spot than surrender it.”
When he died the veil that hid his greatness was torn aside, and the country then knew what it had possessed and lost in him. A New York paper, of April 29, 1865, said: “No one who personally knew him but will now feel that the deep, furrowed sadness of his face seemed to forecast his fate.
The genial gentleness of his manner, his homely simplicity, the cheerful humor that never failed, are now seen to have been but the tender light that played ”