The doors were thrown open, the coffin lid was removed, and we who had known the illustrious dead in other days, and before the nation lay its claim upon him, moved sadly through and looked for the last time on the silent, upturned face of our departed friend.
All day long and through the night a stream of people filed reverently by the catafalque.
Some of them were his colleagues at the bar; some his old friends from New Salem; some crippled soldiers fresh from the battle-fields of the war; and some were little children who, scarce realizing the impressiveness of the scene, were destined to live and tell their children yet to be born the sad story of Lincoln
At ten o'clock in the morning of the second day, as a choir of two-hundred-and-fifty voices sang “Peace, troubled soul,” the lid of the casket was shut down forever.
The remains were borne outside and placed in a hearse, which moved at the head of a procession in charge of General Joseph Hooker
to Oak Ridge Cemetery.
There Bishop Matthew Simpson
delivered an eloquent and impressive funeral oration, and Rev. Dr. Gurley
, of Washington
, offered up the closing prayer.
While the choir chanted “Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,” the vault door opened and received to its final rest all that was mortal of Abraham Lincoln
It was soon known that the murder of Lincoln was one result of a conspiracy which had for its victims Secretary Seward and probably Vice-President.
Johnson, Secretary Stanton, General Grant, and perhaps others.
Booth had left a card for Mr.