Produced by The University of Michigan's Making of America online book collection (http://www.hti.umich.edu/m/moa/). ABRAHAM LINCOLN. A MEMORIAL DISCOURSE, By Rev. T. M. Eddy, D. D., Delivered at a Union Meeting, held in the Presbyterian Church, Waukegan Illinois, Wednesday, April 19, 1865, The day upon which the funeral services of the president were conducted in Washington, and observed throughout the loyal states as one of mourning. Published by request. Chicago: Printed at the Methodist Book Depository. Charles Philbrick, Printer. 1865. CORRESPONDENCE. Waukegan, April 19, 1865. Rev. T. M. Eddy, D. D.: The undersigned having listened with much interest and profit to your eloquent eulogy this day spoken before the citizens of this town, upon the Life and Death of President Lincoln, unite in requesting a copy for publication. We feel that much good would come to the community from a calm perusal of the thoughts so fitly uttered on the occasion. H. W. Blodgett, D. Brewster, C. W. Upton, W. H. P. Wright, W. J. Lucas, C. L. Wright, C. G. Buell, M. M. Biddlecew, P. W. Edwards, A. P. Yard, B. S. Kennicott, Wm. C. Tiffany, S. S. Greenleaf, R. Douglas, Joseph Mallon, James Y. Cory. Editorial Rooms, Northwestern Christian Advocate, 66 Washington Street, Chicago, April 24, 1865. Messrs. Blodgett, Upton and Others: Gentlemen--Your note is before me. You know the time for the preparation of that discourse was very brief. You are also aware, doubtless, that though spoken from copious notes, much of it was extemporized, and that I cannot reproduce those passages. But such as it is, I place it in your hands, as my humble tribute to the name and the virtues of our murdered President. With much respect, gentlemen, Yours truly, T. M. Eddy. MEMORIAL DISCOURSE. "In the day of adversity consider." It _is_ the day of adversity. A great grief throws its shadow over heart and hearth and home. There is such a sorrow as this land never knew before; agony such as never until now wrung the heart of the nation. In mansion and cottage, alike, do the people bow themselves. We have been through the Red Sea of war, and across the weary, desert marches of griefs and bereavements, but heretofore we have felt that _our leader_ was with us, and believed that surely as Moses was led by the pillar of cloud and of fire, so did God lead him. But now that leader is not. Slain, slain by the hand of the assassin, murdered beside his wife! The costliest blood has been shed, the clearest eye is closed, the strongest arm is nerveless--the Chief Magistrate is no more. "The mighty man cries bitterly; the day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness."