The boys in white : $b The experience of a hospital agent in and around WashingtonWheelock, Julia S. (Julia Susan)
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The boys in white : $b The experience of a hospital agent in and around Washington
Wheelock, Julia S. (Julia Susan)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Hospitals
“J. Wilkes Booth--a stage-actor--is supposed to be the murderer.
A large reward has been offered for his arrest. If he is caught
during the present state of excitement, the law will be robbed of its
due, for the cry of every loyal heart is: ‘Avenge the death of our
President.’ Washington, so recently decorated with flags, is now draped
in mourning; those starry banners, but yesterday so proudly floating
in the breeze, now droop at half-mast, and are wearing the emblems of
woe. Only last evening the country was bewildered with joy; to-day the
nation is bowed with a sorrow so great ‘that the huge earth can scarce
support it.’ All nature mourns. Even the elements seem to share in the
general gloom. Darkening clouds fill the heavens, and water the earth
with their tears. Oh, can we believe that this black cloud which hangs
over our national horizon has a ‘silver lining?’ Has this dark picture
a bright side? No ray of sunshine is seen on its gloomy background. In
the death of Abraham Lincoln the country has sustained an irreparable
loss. His place none can ever fill. A great and good man has fallen.
In him were exemplified the true principles of Christianity: he was
kind, merciful, forgiving, and generous to a fault. How truthfully has
it been said, that ‘he was great in goodness, and good in greatness.’
Oh, how cruel! after four years of trial and burden, such as none other
ever bore, that Treason should take his precious life; but he lived to
see that victory, final and complete, had perched upon our banner. If
life consists in deeds, not years, how few have lived as long as he.”
* * * * *
It was my sad privilege to see the remains of our lamented President
twice while lying in state--once at the White House, and again at the
Capitol. Emblems of mourning were everywhere visible. Darkened rooms,
with gas dimly burning, added to the oppressive gloom. Suppressed sobs
and bursts of grief were heard, as one after another took the farewell
look of him they loved. Strong men, unaccustomed to tears, wept beside
his bier.
He was stricken down in the midst of his usefulness, at a time when the
nation greatly needed his wise counsels and righteous administration.
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