The Armistice brought to him, as to all the world, deep relief after the long and bitter strain. It was good that he lived to see the collapse of the anachronistic military autocracy which had caused the war, and to return, in spite of this cataclysm, to his firm belief that the days of war are numbered. The fatal accident of April eighteenth, 1919, in New York, closed his life while he was still scarcely conscious of old age, and in full possession of vigor of body, mind, and spirit. To the last he was thinking of others—he was on his way to greet returning soldiers of Illinois when he was stricken down by a government ambulance. One is tempted to apply to him a few sentences he once wrote for a friend who had died: “He discovered to me a nature rich in every higher attribute, and his communication was so charming in diction, and so sweetly simple in its mood, that I was deeply moved by his conversation. I was impressed by his love for humanity, his patriotism, and the pride he felt in his profession. He was a pure type of the old-school gentlemen. His was the habit and mien of the scholar. His character has stamped itself upon many people, and his example will influence the generations; as his perfect life has blessed the community in which he lived, and benefited those who knew him. “It is well with our friend. He sleeps the slumber of peace. The night wrapped his body in death, but his soul saw the dawn of life.” APPENDIX APPENDIX A. LINCOLN IN 1864 _The following article, suggested by the controversy over Mr. Barnard’s statue of Lincoln, was written for the New York Sun, and published in that paper during the summer of 1917_: I am impelled by your full-page illustrated article on Lincoln, and the artist’s representation of him to be given to a nation that believed in and sympathized with him and that desires to honor him and perpetuate his memory, to give you and the public my views: