{"1": {"fulltext": "E 687\\n.D91\\nCopy 1\\nTHE NATION S TEARS.\\nA SERMON\\nIN MEMORY OF\\nPRESIDENT GARFIELD,\\nPREACHED IN THE\\nWEST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH,\\nBINGHAMTON, N. Y.,\\nSabbath Morning, Sept. 26, 1881,\\nBY THE PASTOR,\\nWeep,\\nYe stricken people, weep\\nAround the hallowed bier\\nOf Garfield s silent sleep.\\nPUBLISHED BY REQUEST. J\\nBINGHAMTON, N. Y.\\nPRINTED AT THE BEPUBLICAN JOB ROOMS.\\n1.^81.", "height": "3379", "width": "2063", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "THE NATION S TEARS.\\nA SERMON\\nIN MEMORY OF\\nPRESIDENT GARFIELD,\\nPREACHED IN THE\\nWEST FBESBYTERLiJ\\\\ CHURCH,\\nBINGHAMTON, N. Y.,\\nSabbath Morning, Sept. 25, 1881,\\nBY THE PASTOR,\\nR,e^- S^^VLTJEL IDTJlsrHIi^iyi::\\nfl n\\nWeep,\\nYe stricken people, weep\\nAround the hallowed bier\\nOf Garfield s silent sleep.\\nPUBLISHED BY REQUEST.\\nBINGHAMTON, N. Y.\\nPRINTED AT THE REPUBLICAN JOB ROOMS.\\n1881.", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "THE PRESIDENT S LAST LETTER TO HIS MOTHER.\\n[written fkom his sick bed.]\\nWashington, D. C, August 11th, 1881.\\nDear Mother:\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Don t be disturbed by conflicting reports about my condition.\\nIt is true I am still weak, and on my back but I am gaining every day, and\\nneed only time and patience to bring me through.\\nGive my love to all the relatives and friends, and especially to sisters Hatty\\nand Mary.\\nYour Loving Son,\\nJames A. Garfield.\\nMrs. Eliza (fai Jield, Hiram, Olu o.\\nMemorial services were held yesterday morning at the West Presbyterian\\nchurch. A large congregation was present. A line portrait of President\\nGarfield, tastefully draped and trimmed with white flowers, was placed in\\nfront of the pulx)it, and on either side were stands and vases of flowers. The\\nchoir excellently rendered an appropriate anthem, and also the hymns, God\\nMoves in a Mysterious Way, Come, ye Disconsolate, and Nearer, my\\nGod, to Thee. The pastor. Rev. Samuel Dunham, read Luther s favorite\\nPsalm, the 118th, remarking that the great reformer wrote on his study wall,\\nThe 118th Psalm is the Psalm that I love. Without it, neither Emperor nor King,\\nthough wise and prudent, nor saints could have helped me. Also, Isaiah,\\nIII l-;j Uabakkuk, iii 17, 18; Romans, xi !t-21, and James, iv 7-14.\\nBinghamtoii Daily Republican, Sejjt. ISS l.", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SERMON.\\nWeep with them that weep. Rom. 12, 15.\\nThe flags of the country are at half mast, and the eyes of a\\npitying God look down to-day upon a nation in mourning. On\\nMonday evening, September 19th, between the hours of ten and\\neleven, at Long Branch, N. J., passed away President Garfield,\\na man doubly endeared to the nation s heart by more than eleven\\nweeks of patient and heroic suffering. That night was breathed\\nout the last breath of a life, than which no purer or nobler has\\never blessed this young Republic. On this sacred day of rest\\nthe cherished remains of all that is mortal lie in solemn state on\\nthe banks of Lake Erie, amid the grief of a heart-broken family,\\nand the lavish affection of fifty millions of deeply sympathizing-\\npeople. Everywhere throughout this broad land\\nSorrow darkens hamlet and hall.\\nSadder Sabbath this nation never knew, though our country\\nis no stranger to dark, sad days in its history.\\nThe very sea as its curling waves, at regular intervals come,\\nat this still Sabbath hour, breaking on the sandy beach at El-\\nberon, seems to murmur a solemn requiem over the illustrious\\ndead. And the waters of that historic lake, whereon sixty-eight\\nyears ago the present month, thundered the cannon of Commo-\\ndore Perry, and whose neighboring heights, where now stands\\nthe city of Cleveland, resounded with the noise of battle and the\\nvictorious shout, We have met the enemy, and they are ours,\\nthese waters, I say, to-day, and the city that overlooks them,\\nseem hushed and awed to silence in the presence of death.\\nThe very skies seem to weep this morning, as they look down\\nupon a continent draped from ocean to ocean, and from Canada\\nto the Gulf, with the everywhere visible symbols of mourning.\\nAnd never were mourning emblems more truly expressive of\\nsorrow unfeigned and sincere.", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Few are the households in all this land that have had no tear-\\nblinded eyes during all this season of painful suspense and bitter\\nsorrow, as they have thought of all the disappointed hopes, as\\nthey have seen the heroic struggle with death, and thought of\\nthe grief of an aged mother, and the sad bereavement of father-\\nless childi-en, and more than all, the i^ent up, inexpressible\\nsorrow of a brave, womanly heart that knoweth its own bitter-\\nness as none else on earth can know.\\nNor is it the families of this nation alone that share this feel-\\ning. The hearts of many nations have flowed together in sym-\\npathy, and have been cemented by tears into one sorrowing group\\nof mourners. Do we read in sacred story of the sorrow-\\nstricken sisters of Bethany, bent in tears over the grave of a\\nbrother beloved See this day the spectacle of the whole sister-\\nhood of nations standing in silent grief around a single, open\\ngrave.\\nThe legend that finds conspicuous place on the front of our\\nCourt House in this city, is substantially, if not literally, true\\nThe World Mourns Our Nation s Loss. The great heart of\\nthe world is certainly touched as it has rarely, if ever, been\\nsince sin and woe entered this abode of mankind. The name of\\nGarfield has become a household word, not alone in America,\\nSouth as well, as North, but in England, in Scotland, in Ireland,\\nin France, in Germany, in Spain, in Russia and henchforth will\\nso be cherished and revered in hundreds of thousands of homes.\\nThe Russian people, especially, can well appreciate our sorrow.\\nIt is but six months since I preached from this pulpit a sermon\\nupon the assassination of their great Liberator, the late\\nCzar, Alexander II.\\nNo man, not excepting President Lincoln, ever came nearer to\\nthe popular heart than James A. Garfield. The death of no\\npublic man in this country was ever more deeply felt, not merely\\nas a public loss, but as a. personal bereavement. It is as if a\\ndeath had occurred in our own families. Many is the man who\\nto-day might well, and truly say, in words that Shakespeare puts\\nupon the lips of Mark Antony in his famous speech over Caesar s\\ndead body J/y lieart is iii the coffin there with CfBsar.\\nNor is it men of distinction alone Mr. Garfield s peers men\\nwho have stood around him as counselors, or who hold positions\\nof lionor and influence, that thus feci the pangs of a personal", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "loss. But the great mass of the common people, the low as well\\nas the high, and even the poorest and most obscure feel the loss\\nno less keenly. Aside from the grief of the immediate family of\\nthe President, nothing since his death has affected my own heart\\nmore deeply, or drawn tears from my eyes more copiously, than\\nthe reading in the daily papers of the touching tokens of sym-\\npathy manifested by all classes alike the poor as well as the\\nrich the hard working men and women, without name and with-\\nout honor, as truly as the Governor of a State, or a member of\\nthe Cabinet, or a Queen on her throne.\\nIndeed, it is said that in New York, while Broadway and the\\nadjacent avenues are fairly deluged with linen and bunting, the\\nmost tasteful displays are. made in the poorer parts of the city.\\nThere the skillful hands of housewives have been at work, be-\\nstowing a personal care upon the drapings. In this the Ger-\\nmans esjDecially excel. One scene that attracted much attention\\nin New York, as it passed through Grand street, was a ragman s\\ncart with a string of bells in its rear. The bells were clothed in\\nblack and white, and in the middle of the cart was a wooden\\nframe holding a cheap print likeness of the President. Imme-\\ndiately under it, in uncouth lettering, but large and bold, were\\nwords which proclaim one of the grand secrets of the deep\\nhold President Garfield had upon the hearts and affections of\\nthe lower classes of society He loved the poor, and I revere\\nhis memory.\\nSo is it all through the land. The poor man feels that he has\\nlost a dear friend, one who, having himself risen by the force of\\nhis genius, out of poverty and obscurity, knew, and never for-\\ngot, how to sympathize with the lowly. A man of the people,\\nand living all his life close to the popular heart, the bitter trials\\nof these last sad weeks have served to draw him much nearer to\\nus all than ever before.\\nThere is no finer mark of genuine greatness and true nobility\\nof character than this, that when a man has attained to high\\nposition and power, he has not become divorced in his spmpa-\\nthies from the poor and lowly that while growing great in in-\\ntellect and station and influence, lie does not, at the same time,\\ngrow small of heart and ungenerous and disdainful towards his\\ninferiors. Such was James A. Garfied. a man of consummate\\nability, who might well aspire to the highest offices and honors", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6\\nin the gift of the nation, and yet like Lincoln, of blessed memory,\\nsimple, honest, true-hearted, and magnanimous, a man from\\nwhose lips, (if from any one s) on liis djdng bed we might expect\\nwould fall those words, so characteristic of the spirit of the man:\\nThe people, the people, my trust\\nIn contrast, now, with the demonstrations of sorrow and affec-\\ntion on the part of the populace, in contrast, especially, Avith\\nthe manifestations of mourning by that poor ragman in New\\nYork, place such as these\\n[At this point the speaker made reference to the unprecedented\\nmanifestations of sorrow in Europe, and the touching messages\\nof condolence and sympathy from varioiis foreign courts, alluding\\nalso to Queen Victoria s beautiful floral tribute, accompanied by\\na mourning card bearing the inscription Queen Victoria to\\nthe memory of the late President Garfield, an expression of her\\nsorrow and sympathy mth Mrs. Garfield and the American na-\\ntion. September 22d, 1881.\\nThus it woixld seem that all the great powers of the world\\nare mourners to-day. And well may they vie with each other in\\ntheii- tributes of respect and honor\\nTo the great name,\\nWhich he has won so pui-e of blame,\\nlu praise and dispraise the same\\nA man of well-attemper d fame.\\nO, civic muse, to such a name,\\nTo such a name for ages long.\\nTo such a name.\\nPreserve a broad appi oach of fame.\\nAnd ever-ringing avenues of song.\\nIt is not my purpose to-day to recount the incidents of this\\neventful life to follow him whose death we mourn, in his re-\\nmarkable career from a poor tow-boy on a western canal, tlu ough\\nthe early years of his studj at school, and his course of training\\nat Williams College to trace his advancement to the post of\\nprofessor, and then to the Presidency of Hiram College to\\nspeak of his occasional eftbrts as a lay preacher of the Gospel\\nto detail the history of his military exploits in the war for the\\nUnion, or of liis public life in the House of Representatives, and\\nhis promotion to the Senate of the United States, till, at length,\\nhe finds himself, by the suffrages of the people, elevated to the\\nPresidential Chair at Washington, at the head of the nation.", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "All this has become, in the months past, a matter of familiar\\nrecord. And his brief administration and sad and sudden fate,\\nform too recent a page of history to require any recital on this\\noccasion. Suffice it to say, in every position held by him he\\nhas acquitted himself with honor, and his whole career is almost\\nwithout a parallel in the annals of the nation.\\nLessons and impressions too deep, I trust, ever to be effaced\\nor forgotten, have been written as with pen of iron, and ink of\\ncrimson hue mto the nation s heart, to which I scarcely need\\nrefer, and of which, perhaps, it ill becomes me to speak particu-\\nlarly at this time. But this one fact will ever stand out con-\\nspicuously in the history of this dreadful tragedy that the\\nnations of the earth have been drawn, as by some irresistible,-\\nmagic attraction, into a closer unity. Though separated by a\\nthousand leagues of ocean, and thaugh sundered more widely\\nstill by the mountain barriers of race and language and religion,\\nyet so close have the sovereigns and peoples of other lands been\\ndrawn together around the victim of a great calamity, and around\\nus as a nation in our sorrow, that we have almost heard each\\nothers hearts beat.\\nIn His last prayer with His Apostles, Jesus, taking the great\\nworld in his thought, prayed that they all may be one. And\\non a previous occasion, having declared that He, as the Good\\nShepherd, was to lay down His life for the sheep, bethinking\\nhimself also of the great Gentile nations, as well as the nation of\\nthe Jews, He says And other sheep I have, which are not of\\nthis fold them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice\\nand there shall be one fold and one Shepherd. Is this Scriptm-e,\\nthen, being fulfilled in our time, in a way that we looked not for\\nIs it Christ s mighty voice in Providence\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as well as in the Word\\nof His grace that the nations are now hearing, and that is\\nbringing them thus together into one fold and fellowship of a\\ncommon sorrow and sympathy, if not of faith Is it through\\nsuch sorrows and misfortunes as that which we to-day deplore,\\nthat the whole Christian world, at least, is to be attracted to-\\ngether, and bound in sacred and inseparable union Is it thus,\\nby pain, and sacrifices, and tears, over the grave of one univer-\\nsally honored and beloved, that we are to be cemented in lasting\\nconcord and peace as nations\\nGreat, indeed, is the change already wrought\u00e2\u0080\u0094 especially as", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "between the various warring factions of our own country. As\\nfor every drop of Lincoln s blood there sprang up in this land a\\nscore of new patriots, and as his assassination served instantly\\nto unify and strengthen all loyal hearts, and to nerve all loyal\\narms, and so greatly helped the cause of the Union so, for\\nevery di op of Garfield s blood there apjjeared a hundred en-\\nthusiastic friends of the Administration. In that terrible, fatal\\nwound, from which the Chief Magistrate of the nation has suf-\\nfered so long and so much, and from which, at length, he has\\ndied in that deadly wound, I say, through all these painful\\nweeks there has been a tongue, and in that tongue a voice, and\\nthat voice, more eloquently by far and more persuasively, too,\\nthan any speech of man, has been pleading for peace, and unity,\\nand friendship, and harmony and brotherly love, and not least,\\nfor radical Civil Service Reform. Oh, with what power of con-\\nviction, and with what irresistible, tender pathos has that mute\\nvoice been saying, and now that the patient sufferer s lips and\\neyes are closed in death, it speaks with yet greater power of\\nsolemn earnestness, as if it were the very voice of God himself,\\nsaying to all parties and all people in this land Let all bitter-\\nness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be\\nput away from you, with all malice and be ye kind, one to an-\\nother, tender hearted, forgiving one another, in the exalted and\\nnoble spirit of Him who had no words of bitterness, even for his\\nworst foes and accusers. With malice towards none, and with\\ncharity for all, let us do the right as God gives us to see the\\nright, and all will be well.\\nNot only have we been drawn nearer to each otner in sympa-\\nthy and affection, by the sad scenes and events of the past\\nweeks, but nearer, also, to God, and nearer to Christ in devout\\nand humble trust. In all this season of sorrow, we have felt that\\nthere is One on the throne whose divine heart throbs with pity\\nfor us as that of a father for his children. We have felt the sus-\\ntaining power of the thought that we have not in Jesus an High\\nPriest which cannot be touched Avith the feehng of oiu infirmities.\\nDuring all these weeks of suspense and of hope deferred, this\\nnation, it is safe to say, has been bowed in prayer as never be-\\nfore ill all its history in earnest, importunate, almost agonizing\\nprayer to God for the recovery of the wounded President. And,\\nalthough those millions of intercessions at the Thi-one of Grace", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "have not been answered according to our expectation and hope,\\nyet who can doubt they have been answered, and that in a way,\\nwithout doubt, wiser and better even than our thought?\\nBe that as it may, this is certain, through these weeks of\\nprayer, and through the events that have called us to such\\nprayer, we have learned a sublime lesson of trust in God in dark\\nhousi-, when we could not trace His finger; when clouds and dark-\\nness were round about Him, amid profound mysteries which we\\ncould not fathom. Thus out of our very woes and distresses\\nhave we been lifted as a people nearer to the throne and heart\\nof that God who doeth according to His will in the armies of\\nheaven, and among the inhabitants of earth by whom kings\\nreign and princes decree justice who removeth kings, and\\nsetteth up kings and who rules supreme in the counsels of na-\\ntions.\\nM^ eyes have fallen this morning, since writmg the foregoing,\\nupon General Garfield s own eloquent words, uttered in April,\\n1866, upon the floor of the House of Representatives, when he\\narose in that body and moved an adjournment, as a mark of de-\\nference to the memory of President Lincoln, it being the first\\nanniversary of his death. Verily, history repeats itself, and\\nwords more fit could not be spoken as applicable to the circum-\\nstances of the present hour\\nSir, there are times in the history of men and nations, when\\nthey stand so near the veil which separates mortals from im-\\nmortals, time from eternity, and men from their God, that they can\\nalmost hear the beatings and feel the pulsations of the heart of the\\nInfinite. Through such a time has this nation passed. When two\\nhundred and fifty thousand brave spirits passed from the field of\\nhonor through that thin veil into the presence of God, and when\\nat last, its parting folds admitted the martyr President to the\\ncompany of those dead heroes of the Repubhc, the nation ^tood\\nso near the veil that the whispers of God were heard by the\\nchildren of men. Awe-stricken by His voice, the American peo-\\nple knelt in tearful reverence, and made a solemn covenant with\\nHim, and with each other, that this nation should be saved from\\nits enemies that all its glories should be restored, and on the\\nruins of slavery and treason, the temples of Freedom and Jus-\\ntice should be built, and should survive forever.\\nThus, who shall say that, through the power of that sovereign", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "10\\nGod who maketh the wrath of man to praise Him, we may not\\nhave escaped far more dire evils, as a nation, than all the evils\\nwe have suffered What though that result has been reached\\nat the great cost of the most valuable and precious life in the\\nwhole nation, and through the m3 sterious agency, moreover, of\\na mean and cowardly assassin, and an utterly base and worthless\\ntraitor Does not the redemption of a lost world through the\\ncrucifixtion of the Son of God, by the agency of a foul and\\nwicked traitor and assassin, more than furnish a parallel case\\nAnd is it not written, It is expedient for us that one man\\nshoiild die for the people, and that the whole nation perish not\\nI look upon President Garfield s death as a vicarious sacrifice\\nfor the sins and crimes of the nation. But, while saying this, I\\nno more justify the dastardly assassin in his damnable outrage,\\nthan Cnrist exculpated Judas Iscariot, when He declared, The\\nSon of Man goeth as it is written of hirn but voe unto that\\nman of whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It had been good\\nfor that man if he had not been born. So say we to-day of the\\nhard-hearted, cruel, iinrepentant wretch, Guiteau.\\nBut, if the martyr-like death of our President be but another\\nvicarious sacrifice, if it be another case of wounding for our\\nnational transgressions, then, most, surely, my friends, to us be-\\nlongs the imperative and immediS,te duty of penitence on account\\nof oiir sins, and an utter forsaking of them. The great and sol-\\nemn truth which this awful tragedy lifts into especial promi-\\nnence, and writes out as on the very clouds before the eyes of\\nall our rulers and citizens is, Kighteousness exalteth a nation\\nbut sin is a reproach to any people.\\nWe hope and fervently pray that our government and nation\\nmay be so far purified and cleansed from their foulness and sel-\\nfishness and unholy ambitions, that our sins shall not soon need\\nagain to be atoned for with the nation s best and costliest blood.\\nIn circumstances like the present, the language of an eminent\\nEnglish divine, spoken concerning his country many years ago,\\nwill be found to have singular fitness now as applied to our own\\nand and time, the names and phraseology only being changed to\\nsuit our side of the Atlantic\\nIf America wish to preserve her might among the nations,\\nlet her sons and daughters confess their transgressions, and re-\\npent them of their sins let covetousness, the curse and darling", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "11\\nof commercial cities be abhorred, and lust renounced, and am-\\nbition mortified, and every bold working of impiety chased\\nfrom amongst them and let them, covered with the sack-cloth\\nof deep humiliation, bind themselves in a holy league for the ad-\\nvancement of the purposes of an enlarged philanthrophy. Then,\\nand not till then, may the hope be cherished that the political\\nhurricanes which shake the dynasties of tlie Old World, shall\\nleave unscathed the Repul^lic of the new and that whilst the\\nrushing of a wrathful deluge dash away the land marks of foreign\\nstates, America may lift her granite cliffs above the surges, and\\nrise amid the eddies like Mount Ararat from out the flood.\\nIf, my friends, we observe faithfully these prime conditions of\\nnational prosperity and growth, yea, rather of national existence,\\nmay not this, after all, be the beginning of one of the best eras\\n5 et known in our history\\nUlDon us is now laid, with a new and solemn Aveight, the sacred\\nobligation of guarding and cherishing Avith renewed care and\\nfidelity, these grand institutions, founded, and so far also per-\\npetuated, alas by tears, and sacrifices, and blood. Ours it is\\ngallantly and manfully to defend the Government and liberties\\nbequeathed to us at such costly sacrifice of noble life and ours\\nto transmit, untarnished and unimpaired, to coming generations,\\nthe priceless boon of a nation true and loyal to God, and bring-\\ning forth the fruits of righteousness.\\nAt such an hour as this\\nOn God and Godlike men we build our trust.\\nHush I the Dead March wails in the people s ears\\nThe dark crowd moves and there are sobs and tears\\nThe black earth yawns the mortal disappears\\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust\\nHe is gone who seemed so great.\\nGone but nothing can bereave him\\nOf the force he made his own\\nBeing here, and we believe him\\nSomething far advanced in State,\\nAnd that he wears a truer crown\\nThan any wreath that man can weave him.\\nTo-morrow, when the treasured remains of the late James A.\\nGarfield, amidst the grief almost too deep for tears of a sor-\\nrowing wife and mother and children, and the lamentation of a\\nstricken nation, shall be deposited upon an eminence command-\\ning the view of Lake Erie, in Lake View Cemetery, Cleveland,\\nthat beautiful and fit resting place of the honored dead all that", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12\\nis mortal of one of America s most illustrious sons will have\\nbeen biu ied out of human sight. The stately form of an accom-\\nplished scholar, a brilliant orator, a brave and daring soldier, a\\nprudent counselor, a wise and honest and pure statesman, a re-\\nvered and tenderly loved President, a Christian man and patriot\\nof noblest aspirations and highest hopes, a son and husband and\\nfather without soil lor stain uj^on his character, will have been\\nlaid calmly down to rest beneath the ^d,\\nLet the sound of those he wrought for,\\nAnd the feet of those he fought for,\\nEcho round his bones forevermore.\\nIn him we have seen a well-rounded Christian manhood, built\\nup on Christ as a model, to stand as a perpetual example to the\\nyoung men of this great American nation.\\nPeace to his sacred ashes, and happiness and victory eternal\\nto his ransomed soul, when, out of all tribulation, he shall come\\nto the heavenly Zion, with songs and everlasting joy, like a\\ncrown of glory, upon his head, sorrow and sighing and pain of\\nheart having forever fled away.\\nTo him, in closing, we will apply and I know not to whom\\nthey can better be applied the words of England s poet lau-\\nreate, uttered as an eloquent tribute to the memory of the Duke\\nof Wellington, whose honored dust reposes to-day within the\\ncharmed walls and beneath the noble arches of old St. Paul s\\nCathedral, London\\nSuch was he his work is done\\nBut while the i-aces of mankind endure,\\nLet his great example stand\\nColossal, seen of every land.\\nAnd keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure\\nTill in all lands and through all human story\\nThe path of duty be the way to glory\\nAnd let the land whose hearths he saved from shame,\\nFor many and, many an age proclaim\\nAt civic revel and pomp and game.\\nAnd when the long-illumined cities flame,\\nTheir ever-loyal, iron leader s fame,\\nWith honor, honor, honor, honor to him\\nEternal honor to his name.", "height": "3452", "width": "2021", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3452", "width": "1958", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "LIBKHKY Uh LUNbKt: b\\n013 789 737 4", "height": "3410", "width": "2115", "jp2-path": "nationstearsserm00dunh_0016.jp2"}}