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HARLES MONROE DICKINSON, born at Lowville, New York, November 15, 1842. Educated at Fairfield (New York), Seminary and Lowville Academy. Admitted to the bar in 1865; practiced law in the State of Pennsylvania, at Binghamton, New York, and in New York City 1865-77, when he abandoned the profession because of broken health. Editor and proprietor of Binghamton Republican, 1878-1911. In 1892, upon his suggestion and initiative the various news organizations were combined into the present Associated Press. Presidential elector, 1896; United States Consul-General to Turkey, 1897-1906; Diplomatic agent to Bulgaria, 1901-1903. While acting in this capacity the American missionary, Ellen M. Stone, was carried off by brigands, but released through his settlement and efforts. Member board to draft regulations for government of American consular service 1906; American Consul-General at-large, 1906October 1, 1908. Author of History of Dickinson Family, 1885; The Children and Other Verses, 1889; part of political history of State of New York, 1911.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN

F any one hath doubt or fear

IT

That this is Freedom's chosen clime—
That God hath sown and planted here
The richest harvest field of Time-
Let him take heart, throw off his fears,
As he looks back a hundred years.

Cities and fields and wealth untold,
With equal rights before the law;
And, better than all lands and gold-
Such as the old world never saw-
Freedom and peace, the right to be,

Our greatness did not happen so,
We owe it not to chance or fate;
In furnace heat, by blow on blow,

Were forged the things that make us great;
And men still live who bore that heat,
And felt those deadly hammers beat.

Not in the pampered courts of kings,

Not in the homes that rich men keep,
God calls His Davids with their slings,
Or wakes His Samuels from their sleep;
But from the homes of toil and need
Calls those who serve as well as lead.

Such was the hero of our race;

Skilled in the school of common things, He felt the sweat on Labor's face,

He knew the pinch of want, the sting The bondman felt, and all the wrong The weak had suffered from the strong.

God passed the waiting centuries by,

And kept him for our time of need--
To lead us with his courage high-
To make our country free indeed;
Then, that he be by none surpassed,
God crowned him martyr at the last.

Let speech and pen and song proclaim
Our grateful praise this natal morn;
Time hath preserved no nobler name,
And generations yet unborn

Shall swell the pride of those who can
Claim Lincoln as their countryman.

THE

FORD'S THEATRE

HE building is a plain brick structure, three stories high, seventy-one feet front and one hundred

feet deep. It was originally constructed and occupied as a Baptist Church, but at the beginning of the war was converted into a theatre, though never used for that purpose after the assassination of Lincoln. The government purchased it for one hundred thousand dollars, and it is now used as a branch of the Record and Pension Division of the War Department. President Lincoln was shot by J. Wilkes Booth at 10.20 o'clock P. M. on the evening of April 14, 1865, while seated in his private box in the theatre.

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SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!

By Robert Leighton

IC semper tyrannis!" the assassin cried,

As Lincoln fell. O villain! who than he

More lived to set both slave and tyrant free?

Or so enrapt with plans of freedom died,

That even thy treacherous deed shall glance aside
And do the dead man's will by land and sea;
Win bloodless battles, and make that to be
Which to his living mandate was denied!
Peace to that gentle heart! The peace he sought
For all mankind, nor for it dies in vain.
Rest to the uncrowned king, who, toiling, brought
His bleeding country through that dreadful reign;
Who, living, earned a world's revering thought,
And, dying, leaves his name without a stain.
Liverpool, England,

May 5, 1865

TOM

appeared in the London Punch, May 6, 1865. The engraving is a facsimile of the one published in the paper at the head of the poem.