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Fringe from Lincoln's Catafalque

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This length of fringe was taken from Lincoln’s catafalque. A catafalque is a wooden platform that supports the coffin of a distinguished person while they lie in state. Lincoln's catafalque was built immediately following his death and has been used for all those who have lain in state in the Capitol Rotunda since 1865.

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Ford's Theatre National Historic Site, FOTH 4215

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1865

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Charles A. Jewell

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Charles Adolphus Jewell II was born September 8, 1839 near East Jaffray, New Hampshire. In 1842, the family migrated to southern Michigan, settling near the town of Lime Creek. Charles later attended the newly formed Michigan Agricultural College, and in 1862, was a member of the second graduating class. Shortly thereafter, he joined the Union Army, serving in the 18th Michigan Volunteer Regiment until July,1865. Jewell describes the public mourning of Lincoln in Huntsville, Alabama, and the sorrow felt by the Union soldiers. He then discusses his involvement in violent retribution exacted upon anyone accused of celebrating the assassination. Jewell recounts an evening when Union soldiers patrolled the streets for "demonstrations of joy" and upon hearing such an act, tracked the supposed perpetrator to the home of a wealthy man. The soldiers broke in and threatened to kill the man, but he convinced them he said nothing against Lincoln. Jewell notes that a feeling of fear is palpable among Confederate sympathizers because they are afraid that African Americans working in their home may turn them in to Union authorities, but he also acknowledges that many southerners express grief over Lincoln's death because he was a relatively moderate politician. Then, Jewell details the funeral procession and his belief that the assassination has reinvigorated morale among overworked, underpaid Union soldiers.

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[Written sideways across top of page]


letter by the last mail that came through, from Jimmy. He was, and had been well,
We anxiously hope to see
those boys back with us
very soon. Churchill from Medina is here
and assigned to Co.
K. We have one recruit
from Monroe Co.
Those who ran away from
the draft will feel mean
enough now that the
recruiting is stopped.
They ought to be held
in deep disgrace by all,
hereforth. The Col.
Doolittle has not got
his Commission yet.
so Horner Hulburd and
Hinkly cannot muster
Cap Babcock has gone home,

Love to all

Charles

PS I forgot to say that my
money is almost all
gone. And no signs of
Pay-master, if [illegible in original]
is [illegible in original] still, or any body
else, please send me
$25.00 and if you don’t
get another letter
with news from the Pay master
within a week from the time
you get this, and no oppor
tunity offers of sending other
wise, please send the same by mail.

Charles


[End]


Huntsville Ala

April 19th 1865


Dearest Parents:

The mail is finally through
again, after long long days of waiting and
I have got the earnestly looked for letter from
you. The bridges have been on
both roads between here and Nashville
and we have had no news-absolutely
nothing – except the very little by telegraph.
What doleful times! For three days, we
have mourned the death of that great
good man, Abraham Lincoln.
The deep mouthed cannon have boomed
the bells have tolled, the Band has played
his funeral dirge. The soldiers are
heart-broken, I can scarcely repress tears
of grief as I write. We trusted him with
the implicit faith of a father. We knew he
was the soldier’s truest friend. Every thing
seemed confused-lost-bewildered, and the
nation like an orphan child.



[Written upside down on first lines of page]


The Detroit Tribune came this morning and I was very much pleased
to see the article on the Agricultural College. It seemed to be progressing finely.


[End]


Indignation knew no bounds. Men of
great temperament- Christians, -men of no
passionate character- all soldiers, were ready
to sacrifice the life and property of any who
showed by word or deed, any signs of joy.
We would have burned that town I verily believe
I would not have hesitated to shoot any citizens
or burn any dwelling, had I heard murder
and treason, combined, from any lips. I was
never so exasperated. Officers and men paraded
the streets – I might say patroled- armed; on
purpose to spy out any demonstrations of joy.
In the dim twilight- A voice was heard to execrate
his name and express joy at his death. The soldiers
rushed for the man- they thought they tracked him
to a splendid residence! they threw open the doors,
seized a man –who was sitting, reading, by the
hair, brandishing their bayonets, and some
shouting “kill him” ! but they dragged him to
the light – and became convinced he was not the
man. He says he fully expected to die, for a
few moments. The citizens are trembling, They
don’t know but their negroes may have over
heard some word of joy. Most of the really intelligent


citizens are far from joyous, for they see plainly
how the bloody – dastardly act has widened, deepened
the abyss between the Northern masses, and the
Southern fire-eaters. They see that unless peace is
hastily made now – no mercy can be expected.
We will burn, pillage, annihilate if necessary- but
such a red-bloody- dastardly, political party must
not live in these U.S. Should the news reach Sherman
on the eve of a battle with Johnson, what earthly power
could stop them- they would show no mercy!
The procession here yesterday was the most
solemn I ever witnessed! The whole military force
was out marching in open order- with arms
reversed, and with slow and solemn tread,
keeping time to the sweet- tho mournful- deeply
sadly mournful music of the Band, And the
deep-toned cannon-every half-hour thundered
forth something of the fierce-determined, spirit of
vengeance, that filled the hardened breasts of those
who had witnessed many scenes before, that stir
men’s souls. Yet I never saw such terrible feeling.
It was not the noisy, frothy [ebullitious?] that broke forth
when Sumpter fell, nor yet the common sorrow that
all felt at Bull Run. It was like the silent heaving


of the volcano. Men who have been waiting so patient
ly for these expirations of their term of service, whom no money can
hire to reenlist, who spurn the price of a substitute – said in
a subdued tone – low but terrible – between their teeth- “I” am
ready to re-enlist as long as any murderers are left.” and they
would have done it. The feeling is universal. Men who
have not supported the President feel as deeply as we, who do. &
have. It was a foul stab at the Nation’s honor!
We don’t get news from Johnson & Sherman – indeed get no
papers, yet. By telegraph, we learn that Mobile is ours. –and from
the rebels that Forrest is badly defeated. How can the war last?
If we must devastate the whole South, and exterminate the
whole population of fire-eaters give us the word, and we will
form a skirmish line, and burn the country. But who is
to ‘give the word’? – Alas! our Commander in Chief –our
beloved leader is no more and who is left that can so
well, bring peace to us? God grant that this mantle may
fall upon his successor. He has nothing of the natural
ability of Abraham Lincoln.
Andrew has just arrived and has been in to see me. He
left the sugar which is delicious and means much more
to me than the mere gratification of appetite. It assures me
that “they miss me at home.” God bless you all, for your
love, and thoughtfulness of me. I do not know how Will
feels but I think he has given up the Regular Army, and
I do not see any opportunity for myself, tho I am still of
the opinion, that, should an opportunity occur, of joining with
my present rank, it would be the best opening for me.
I should be continually miserable in the neighborhood
of soldiers if I were not with them. The drills, the music,
the marching, the very buttons of the uniform are dear to me,
and I feel such thrills of pride, sometimes, on parade
and marching, and guard-mountings! as I never expect
to feel from any other employment. But I expect to give it
up, and be a farmer. My name has gone forward for
promotion to the 1st Let. I was not consulted – I am not aware
that any influence was exerted with the Col. since the Adju
-nct says he simply stated the facts to him. I am to go in
ahead of Lee-Baron. The prospect of a speedy closing of the war
induced me to let the thing run tho I didn’t know of it till the
recommendation was mailed, to the A.G. of Mich. My com
-mission has not arrived. You are entirely mistaken, my
dearest mother, in regard to my health. – I was never in better health. X
the reason you have not heard from me, is partly because we have
been off on a number of Raids (which I have not had room to recount)
and then because the mail has been stopped by the floods. If the mails
are only regular, I will try to write as often as once each week. I got only
your letter tonight- but it was I wished most to see. I read a


[letter continues to left side Scan 1]

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UA.10.3.5 - Charles A. Jewell II Papers

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April 19, 1865

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Dunks Family Correspondence

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Near the end of the second page, Julius Dunks begins to briefly describe the funeral for Abraham Lincoln in Union City, a village in Southern Michigan that served as an important juncture in the Underground Railroad. He notes that the townspeople intended to hold a procession, but a hard rain forced them to cancel.

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JSDunks

Apr 23 / 65

Union City April 23, 1865

Brother Oliver.

Your kind & wel
comed letter was rec - last
Friday. was kind a glad to
hear from thee. We have been
pretty busy the past week
monday & Tues forenoon I plowed
Thursday forenoon have about
another days work to do yet
it has rained conciderable,
this week and been very cold
Wensday morn. Father & I
went up to Mr Coats and
Bought a tree for stakes and
gave him 1.00 then he gave
us six other cuts so we
have about six hundred
stakes in all they are all
split but one. yesterday fore
noon I sharpened Stakes and

in the after noon I drew them
home & spread them arround
we have got about half of them
home. Father is going to sharpen
the rest of them & split that
out tomorrow. Coats also gave
us annother tree that was dead
for rails it is alittle rotten on
the out side but guess that
it is sound at the heart It
is a large Black Ash, we are
going to use it for rails we
have also bought the timber for
one thousand rails for 5.00 we
are to cut & Split ourselfs.
Mary has got over the measles.
and is pretty well. Mat has also
got well Ed [Burten?] was taken
but has not been very sick
Lucy Leigh is pretty sick with
them now. they had quite a time
here last wensday they held Mr
Lincoln Funeral that day the

church was crouded as full as
it could be. the church was
all draped in mourning.
just about they same as they did
there. they were intending to
have a procession but it rained
very hard. William received
that package last night. they look
very well I have not tried any
of them. I am going to take a lode
of Read Wheat out out to
Coldwater to morrow & Wm
is going with me. We heard to
day that uncle Georges Baby was
Just alive. [illegible in original] [music?] looks pretty
well. We sold 26 Bushels of corn
last week pert of it - 1.00 1.25- ,80
we have about ten Bush. left
the Sheep all look well we have
not got any lambs yet but guess
that they will be gin to come
the last of this week.

Who did Lib Dunks merey

has She had those photograph
yet I think that her foot mus be
well by this time. where is she
going to live, I have had quite
a time with my arm it worked
first rate I only Stopped work
one day It Swelled up pretty
big how does yours get allong
mother wants you to send
the scab home in a letter
so that she can vaxinate
Mary & Wm what is there
about [illegible in original] Bills that
you do not under stand then
would be a tiptop place.

Pleas write Soon

Yours J S Dunks

___________________________________
April 25 dear Brother I will try & fill the
sheat I am going to [start?] on my expedition
tomorrow morn ing Think I shall be gone
about 2 weeks the first time I am very
much pleased with the Pens. Who did [herb?]
Dunks marry that is what is his name
& what is his Business you did not
tell what those ties cost apiece

You Brother W C Dunks

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c.00123 - Dunks Family Correspondence

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Julius S. Dunks

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April 23, 1865

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Dunks Family Correspondence

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Oliver Dunks tells his brother, Tom, that he just attended the eulogy of President Lincoln at the Congregational Church in Detroit (most likely the church located at the corner of Fort St. and Wayne St.). He briefly describes the visual displays of mourning in the church and the city and concludes by observing that the country seems to be just as, if not more sorrowful for the death of Lincoln than they were for that of President George Washington.

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Detroit Apl 19 / 65

Dear Brother Tom

Your welcome
letter of the 17th just recd glad
to hear from you The loss
that you refer to that our
Nation has suffered is irreparable
shocking to think of but it
showes how he posesed the affections
of the hearts of the people I have
just been over to his funeral
at or eulogy at the Congrega
-tional Church the regular
funeral is to be next Tuesday
th City is draped in mourn
ing and has been from
the the time of hearing the
inteligence our Church was
draped clear around also and
all the front of the pulpet
I think that our country
mourned no more for
Washington than they have &
will for Father Abraham
I sent those pens this morn
and will enclose Bill
cost $66. you can sell them
in any shape that you can
holders or pens Chas had no
medium. Pens with Silver Holders
but will soon Sib is to be
married tomorrow morning
at Nine oClock I am invited
there is to be only the family
Henry has got back I have
just noticed that you say
that you will not go to
Coldwater until Monday
well all right I believe that
I would try awhile in
Coldwater I have not found
a Situation yet Please write soon

Your Brother

Oliver. S. Dunks

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c.00123 - Dunks Family Correspondence

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Grand Rapids Herald Articles

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In a retrospective, the Grand Rapids Herald sought the perspectives of local residents who remembered the day Lincoln was assassinated. Harvey J. Hollister recalled the intense grief felt by many in Grand Rapids and the ways in which they practiced collective, public mourning. Next, the article quoted extensively from two editorials by the Grand Rapids Eagle, one on the day the war ended on April 8, 1865, and one immediately after the assassination on the 15th. These were included to be representative of the broader shift in Northern public opinion from optimism to disillusionment in this short span of time. In the subsequent article, Big Rapids, Michigan, resident J. P. Huling described his memories of being an audience member at Ford’s Theater the night of the assassination. Furthermore, he remembered details of Lincoln’s funeral as well as the two times he saw Lincoln before the president’s death.

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[penciled in at top of page] [1899] The Grand Rapids H[cut off]

Was a Day of Great Sorrow

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The Assassination of
President Lincoln
Thirty-Four Years
Ago Still Fresh in
the Mind of the
People—How the
News of the Trag-
edy Was Received
in Grand Rapids,
April 15, 1865.

It was just 34 years ago yesterday that
the sad news swept over the country that
“Honest Old Abe,” the martyr president,
had died by the assassin’s knife. Doubly
sad was it because of the frame of mind
in which it found the people. The tidings
of the surrender of Lee’s entire army and
the probably downfall of the confederacy
had but the week before thrown the cou-
try into an ecstacy of joy, and the cele-
brations of that glad news were still go-
ing on and on the faces of all the smile of
great joy reflected the feeling of every
heart. Then like the bolt from the clear
sky fell the news that Lincoln had after
years of toil in behalf of his loved coun-
try at last made the supreme sacrifice
and had crossed the river to enter into
the welcome that surely awaited him on
the other side.

To those who were living at that time
the recollection of that dark 15th of April
is still as fresh as if the happening had
been but yesterday.

Harvey J. Hollister was at the time liv-
ing in the city and recalls most vividly
the scenes of what he terms the saddest
and strangest day he ever spent.

Said Mr. Hollister in describing how
the news was received here: “My wife
and I were walking down to the bank to-
gether about 9 o’clock in the morning
and the first thing which attracted our
attention was the strange actions of the
people on the street. On the face of
every one we met we notice a look of
the most abject sorrow. So remarkable
was it that we became most anxious to
know the reason. It was but a week be-
fore that we had helped to celebrate
when the news of Lee’s surrender reach-
ed us, and we thought that the war was
over and now the people looked more
somber than after the greatest defeats

[illustration of Ford’s Theater]

[Caption] [FORD’S THEATER, WASHINGTON]

which we had suffered. Men would stop
and look into each other’s faces and then
as they shook hands, tears would begin
to roll down their cheeks and they would
separate without a word.

“At last we reached the telegraph of-
fice and found it crowded with a lot of
silent men. Leaving my wife outside, I
crowded in and soon learned the sad
news. It is impossible to describe the
utter feeling of bewilderment which pos-
sessed us all. I felt as if the very
ground had been cut from under me. We
had by that time come to know and ap-
preciate the magnificent qualities and in-
finite wisdom of the president and each
man that morning wept as though he had
lost a dear friend or some member of his
own household.

“The grief at that time was different
from that which I ever saw before or
since in its personal character. The com-
on people had come to have implicit
confidence and trust in the wisdom of
the president and when the news reached
us that he was gone it was as though
we had suddenly been told that our last
and only hope had failed.

---------

“Business was stopped at once and all
places were closed and the mayor issued
a proclamation that all flags be hung at
half mast and that all business cease for
the day. The people crowded into the
streets and meetings were held which
were all pervaded by the same spirit of
absolute grief which was reflected in the
face of every passerby. Monroe street
was one mass of black from head to foot
and the residence portion of the city was
all draped: everything of a black color
being utilized to express in this only
available way the intense sorrow which
was in every one’s heart. The next day
which was Sunday, the services in every
church were of a memorial character
and Lincoln’s greatness was eulogized by
men who struggled with their emotions
and who utterly failed to find the words to
express the sorrow they felt. At first it
was thought that the work was that of
emissaries of the confederacy and the
wrath of the people found vent in the im-
precations against a power that would
avail its unholy purposes.

“I recall exactly the words which one
man said when he turned from the office
after hearing the news. They were:
‘Well, the south has lost the best friend
she ever had,’ and as he spoke the tears
ran down his cheeks in torrents.”

---------

Two editorials clipped from the Grand
Rapids Eagle of the issues of April 8 and
9 show the strong revulsion of feeling


which passed over the populace at the
time when the news of the death of the
president reached here. On April 8 the
editor wrote of Lee’s surrender thus:

[written in smaller font] [The end has come. The morning is so far
advanced that the sun of peace shows his edge
above the horizon, presaging a cloudless day—
a day that shall not go down again until time
shall be no more—a day that shall glow with
universal freedom and blossom with progress.

Last night the nation lay down divided, dis-
tracted, bleeding—a giant in battle-harness
matched against his brother. This morning we
wake, still in battle-harness, the greatest.
grandest, freest, most powerful nation on earth.
Today our kindly, generous, wise, great-hearted
president, Abraham Lincoln (whom nations at-
tempted to sneer down but yesterday), stands
the central figure of the nineteenth century.
“Honest Old Abe” stands at least one hundred
feet taller than any other ruler in Christen-
dom today.

There is but one fleet in all of the world
whose flag had been floated and been tried in
actual battle; and Vice Admiral Farragut
waits the order of President Lincoln wither to
direct its thunders.

There is but one army of veterans in the
world—privates and generals—and Lieutenant
General Grant directs that, with Sherman and
Sheridan, Thomas and Meade as his lieuten-
ants, and with Robert E. Lee and his host as
their captives.

And over this ruin and this triumph, this fall
and this glory, brothers strike hands again,
and the states unite in the old but grander fam-
ily circle as one nation, under one flag, with
one president. And freedom seals the compact
for all. The Declaration of Independence be-
longs now to all the states, and the souls of
the martyrs of liberty are marching on with
John Brown’s.

Let the bells ring, then, and the cannon
thunder. Let all our citizens join in the dem-
onstration of joy. Let us hold one grand, uni-
versal, enthusiastic joy meeting this evening at
some suitable place, either within or without
doors, and congratulate each other. Let every
building in the city blaze with light this even-
ing.]

How different sounds the words of the
same writer in the next issue, on the
15th:

[written in smaller font] [“Vale!” “Vale!”

The wine of life is spilled; the royal cup of
fine gold is broken. Domestic faction, with
horrible instruction, has taught the nation the
utter malignity of secession. Treason has done
its worst, and on our noblest. The bloody dag-
ger’s point has reached the nation’s soul, with
poison in its wound, to carry grief, horror and
consternation through our veins; and as the
numbness of the shock wears off, and the heal-
ing begins, it will wake a fever of fury whose
end and effect none can foretell.

The times are dark again. Sudden and dis-
astrous eclipse has rushed upon the morning
of peace and returning fraternity, but a mo-
ment since without a cloud upon its glory, or
a chill in its breath of balm.

All is again uncertainty; state policy and
chance, government and faction, law and an-
archy, freedom and slavery, battle and truce,
revenge and mercy, order and chaos, jostle each
other in the dark, and no man can see whther
the majestic ship of state (whose cable has
been cut in the night by the assassin’s knife,)
is drifting; whether out of this event shall
come evil or good to the nation and the world;
whether we shall again moor in the haven of
peace and union, or have but opened the har-
bor to be mocked with out last glimpse of na-
tional brotherhood.

The president is dead—the greatest, purest,
kindest soul Heaven and man ever conspired
to crowd with public honors—the surest, saf-
est, truest friend, leader and reflex of the peo-
ple. Great beyond his times, he was at once
the greatest, grandest hero of history and the
kindest and commonest of the crowd of men.
his last act was a benediction. Rather than
disappoint the populace who expected his pres-
ence at the theater, he went to his death,
though both he and his wife were ill; thus fall-
ing a sacrifice in this little, this homely, this
common and natural act, which his death has

[illustration of John Wilkes Booth]

[Caption] [J. WILKES BOOTH]

guilded with immortality. He was of the peo-
ple; he died in a sense for the common peo-
ple. He was the pattern of the common peo-
ple and the ripe fruit of American democracy;
at the same time the unchallenged peer of his-
tory, and the certain master of living great-
ness. Heaven’s evident and commissioned in-
strument he was crowned with success and
with immortality in the same week.

Secretary Seward dies with his master and
his friend. So two great souls—the greatest, in
all, that the world held in all its bounds—step
into glory abreast, both crowned with all that
makes life honorable, and both clothed with
that raiment that makes death glorious. Such
a pair, so matched and sustained in all good
graces, so loved and mourned, have never in
one hour knocked at the pearly gate nor met
such glorious welcomed within.]

Such was the spirit of the people ad-
mirably reflected in the columns of the
paper of the day which was heralded abroad
that the assassin had been run down and
shot the people only regretted that he
met with such an easy fate.

WAS PRESENT AT FORD’S THEATER.

---------------------

Big Rapids Merchant Talks of the National Horror

Enacted 34 Years Ago at Washington.

[written in smaller font] [Special to Grand Rapids Herald.]

Big Rapids, Mich., April 15.—J. P. Hul-
ing, one of our leading merchants, was
present at Ford’s theater, in Washington,
the evening that has since gone into his-
tory as marking one of the greatest trag-
edies of modern times. President Lincoln
was assassinated by J. Wilkes Booth,
April 14, 1865, 34 years ago today, and
Mr. Huling, in response to a request, told
his personal experience substantially as
follows:

“I served during the rebellion in Com-
pany C, Seventeenth United States in-
fantry, and after receiving my discharge,
I visited the city of Washington on bus-
iness, arriving there April 14, and that
evening, by invitation of James T. Hale,


the representative in congress from my
district, the Eighteenth Pennsylvania,
accompanied him to Ford’s theater, where
we expected to pass a pleasant hour or
two. As we strolled down to the theater,
we little thought that in a short time the
whole nation would be bowed in grief at
a tragedy which was to be enacted in
our presence. We passed to our seats and
soon the curtain rose and the play pro-
ceded. After Booth had committed his
shocking crime and leaped from the booth
to the stage, my friend and myself, who
were both familiar with the play, were
saying that we could not recall anything
like that when seeing the play at other
times. Then there was quite a stir
among the audience, and two or three
men leaped upon the stage and from
there into the president’s box, and in a


short time we knew what had happened.
The audience was all excitement at once,
and we didn’t know but what the plot
was to include part of these who sat in
the body of the house, for there were lots
of southern sympathizers in Washington
at the time.

[boldface] [Saw Lincoln Only Twice.]

The retails of that sad affair are fa-
miliar to everyone, and need not be re-
peated now. I saw Abraham Lincoln but
twice in my life; when he was on his
way to Washington to be inaugurated,
and once as he was driving down Penn-
Sylvania avenue. I did not see him at
Ford’s theater, as the curtains of the
box where he sat were drawn. A few
days after he was assassinated, from the
roof of a building, I watched the process-
sion as they escorted his remains to the
capitol. I looked upon his noble face for
the last time as he lay in state in the
great rotunda of the capitol. When Pres-
ident Lincoln was on his way to Wash-
ing he stopped at the Jones house, which
is now called the Commonwealth hotel,
in the city of Harrisburg, and which at
that time was run by my uncle, Wells
Coverly, and I was there the day that
Abraham Lincoln stopped there. I was
recently reading an article in one of the
magazines which seems to convey the
idea that when he left this hotel he went
out the back door and got into a hack.
The facts are that in order to avoid the
great crowd that had gathered in front
of the hotel to catch a glimpse of him,
he was taken from the hotel through a
hall to the private residence of my uncle
and from there took the hack. I stood on
the sidewalk when he came out, and saw
the people down the street watching for
him at the hotel entrance, and a great
many of them saw him when he got
into the hack, but none recognized him
and he was aboard cars and speeding
away before the crowd found that he had
gone.

Since that April night in Washington I
have traveled over this country of ours
a great deal, and although there was a
large crowd at the theater, I have never
met, to my knowledge, a single person
that was there. I had witnessed many
sad and exciting scenes on the battle-
fields in the war that was then going on,
but nothing that I ever experienced gave
me more of a shock than did that tragedy
when we realized what had happened.
That night, and the days immediately fol-
owing, were the most exciting times I
ever saw. Little did I think at that time
that I should live to see our people, who
were divided and embittered, reunited,
and the federal and confederate soldier
fighting side by side under the stars and
stripes.”

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c.00130 - John Edison Papers

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Educational use only, no other permissions given. Copyright to this resource is held by Michigan State University and is provided here for educational purposes only. It may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without written permission of the University Archives & Historical Collections, Michigan State University.

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Grand Rapids Herald. "Grand Rapids Herald Articles". Michigan State University Archives & Historical Collections. Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed May 15, 2025. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/859

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Grand Rapids Herald

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Michigan State University Archives & Historical Collections

Date

April 16, 1899

Material

Newspaper

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6.75" x 22.25"

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Home of Lincoln

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A photograph of Lincoln's home in Springfield, Illinois. The home of the President was draped in black mourning cloth. On the left side of the image is a printed description of the image.

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Huntington Digital History Library, photST Glover (10)

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Ridgway Glover. "Home of Lincoln". Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed May 15, 2025. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/836

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Ridgway Glover

Date

1865

Dimensions

8.3 x 17 cm (3 1/4 x 6 3/4 in.)

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Funeral of Abraham Lincoln at the Vault

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This black and white photograph shows the end journey of Lincoln's funeral procession at Oak Ridge Cemetery. There is a large crowd gather directly in front and on top of the tomb.

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Huntington Digital History Library, photST Glover (19)

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Ridgway Glover. "Funeral of Abraham Lincoln at the Vault". Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed May 15, 2025. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/832

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Ridgway Glover

Date

1865-05-04

Dimensions

8.3 x 17 cm (3 1/4 x 6 3/4 in.)

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Currier & Ives framed print of Lincoln lying in state

Description

Framed lithographic print by Currier & Ives of President Lincoln lying in state in his casket on April 24th and 25th, 1865 in City Hall in New York. Frame is walnut trimmed and the inner edge is lined in gold.

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"The Body of Martyr President, Abraham Lincoln. Lying in state at the City Hall, NY April 24th & 25th, 1865."

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Montgomery County Historical Society

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Currier & Ives. "Currier & Ives framed print of Lincoln lying in state". Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed May 15, 2025. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/829

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Currier & Ives

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Burial of Lincoln, Side View

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This photograph depicts part of the escort that guided President Lincoln to his final resting place in Springfield, IL.

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Huntington Digital Library, photST Glover (17)

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Ridgway Glover. "Burial of Lincoln, Side View". Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed May 15, 2025. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/826

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Ridgway Glover

Date

1865

Dimensions

8.3 x 17 cm (3 1/4 x 6 3/4 in.)

Full Title

Photograph of Lincoln's Funeral Party

Description

Framed photograph of President Lincoln's house in Springfield, Illinois on May 4, 1865. Photograph includes Lincoln's funeral procession dignitaries standing in front of the house in two rows. Henry Lane is in the back row of men fifth from the left.

Source

Montgomery County Historical Society

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Unknown. "Photograph of Lincoln's Funeral Party ". Remembering Lincoln. Web. Accessed May 15, 2025. https://rememberinglincoln.fords.org/node/820

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Unknown

Date

May 4, 1865