In 1848 they settled at Buffalo, New York, which has been his home until the present time.

He has published two editions of Donegal Memories, also two editions of Donegal Memories and Other Poems, and a volume of Buffalo verse collected by him under the title of Poets and Poetry of Buffalo. He assisted in collections of Buffalo local literature, also devoted much time to the production of publications of a philanthropic nature.

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REQUIEM

EAR him to his Western home,
Whence he came four years ago;
Not beneath some Eastern dome,
But where Freedom's airs may come,
Where the prairie grasses grow,
To the friends who loved him so,

Take him to his quiet rest;

Toll the bell and fire the gun;
He who served his Country best,
He whom millions loved and bless'd,
Now has fame immortal won;
Rack of brain and heart is done.

Shed thy tears, O April rain,

O'er the tomb wherein he sleeps!

Wash away the bloody stain!
Drape the skies in grief, O rain!

Lo! a nation with thee weeps,
Grieving o'er her martyred slain.

To the people whence he came,

Bear him gently back again,
Greater his than victor's fame:
His is now a sainted name;

Never ruler had such gain—
Never people had such pain.

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LIVER WENDELL HOLMES, born in Cambridge, Mass., August 29, 1809. To him belongs the credit of saving the frigate Constitution from destruction, by a poem-Aye, Tear the Battered Ensign Down. He died August 7, 1894.

SERVICES IN MEMORY OF ABRAHAM

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LINCOLN

(City of Boston, June 1, 1865)

THOU of soul and sense and breath,
The ever-present Giver,

Unto Thy mighty angel, death,

All flesh Thou didst deliver;

What most we cherish, we resign,
For life and death alike are Thine,
Who reignest Lord forever!

Our hearts lie buried in the dust
With him, so true and tender,
The patriot's stay, the people's trust,
The shield of the offender;
Yet every murmuring voice is still,
As, bowing to Thy sovereign will,
Our best loved we surrender.

Dear Lord, with pitying eye behold
This martyr generation,

Which Thou, through trials manifold,
Art showing Thy salvation!

O let the blood by murder spilt
Wash out Thy stricken children's guilt,
And sanctify our Nation!

Be Thou Thy orphaned Israel's friend,
Forsake Thy people never,

In one our broken many blend,

That none again may sever!

Hear us, O Father, while we raise.

With trembling lips our song of praise,

And bless Thy name forever!

LINCOLN HOMESTEAD, MAY 4, 1865 Photographed by F. W. Ingmire on the day of the funeral, with the members of the National Committee appointed to accompany the remains to Springfield, Illinois.

Members on the pavement: Left (1) Hon. Schuyler Colfax, Speaker of the House; (2) Hon. R. C. Schenck, Ohio; (3) Hon Lyman Trumbull, Illinois; (4) Hon. Charles E. Phelps, Maryland; (5) Hon. W. H. Walace, Idaho; (6) Hon. Joseph Baily, Pennsylvania; (7) Hon. James K. Morehead, Pennsylvania; (8) Hon. Sidney Clarke, Kansas; (9) Hon. Samuel Hooper, Massachusetts; (10) Hon. E. B. Washburn, Illinois; (11) Hon. Thomas W. Ferry, Michigan; (12) Hon. Thomas B. Shannon, California; (13) S. G. Ordway, Sergeant-at-Arms of the House.

Members in the yard: Left (1) Hon. Isaac N. Arnold, Illinois; (2) Hon. John B. Henderson, Missouri; (3) Hon. Richard Yates, Illinois; (4) Hon. James W. Nye, Nevada; (5) Hon. Henry S. Lane, Indiana; (6) Hon. George H. Williams, Oregon; (7) Hon. George T. Brown, Sergeant-at-Arms of the Senate; (8) Hon. William A.

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ILLIAM ALLEN, D.D., born 1784, died 1868. Graduated at Harvard, 1802. President Dartmouth College, 1816-1819, Bowdoin College, 1820-1839. He was the father of American Biography, published various volumes of poems; as a philologist, he contributed many thousands of words and definitions to Webster and Worcester's dictionaries. He was leader of the American delegation to the National Peace Congress at Versailles in 1849.

SPRINGFIELD'S WELCOME TO LINCOLN

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INCOLN! thy country's father, hail!
We bid thee welcome, but bewail;
Welcome unto thy chosen home-
Triumphant, glorious, dost thou come.

Before the enemy struck the blow
That laid thee in a moment low,
God gave thy wish: It was to see
Our Union safe, our country free.

A country where the gospel truth
Shall reach the hearts of age and youth,
And move unchained, in majesty,
A model land of liberty!

When Jacob's bones, from Egypt borne,
Regained their home, the people mourn;
Great mourning then at Ephron's cave,
Both Abraham's and Isaac's grave.

Far greater is the mourning now;
For our land one emblem wide of woe;
And where thy coffin car appears

Do not the people throng in tears?