¦J ¦ '' l/\' f^ .^^\/ i Y ]c RESOLUTIONS DISCOURSE. OaOAIIOSIS BT TSa DIATB Or ABRAHAM LINCOLN, I>RESyi?BlTT OF THE rrJS-ITBU STA.TES. Wbo Ued at Wuhlngton City, AprU 10, 1S69. CHI NSCOVRSG DELIVERED IM THE OOMQREOATIONAL CHURCH, Of MANCHESTER, TBRMONT, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 19, 1866. BT BKT. B. S. ODSBHAK. MANCHESTER: PBTNTED TOK TBS COMKITVII. 1866. JOUBNAL PEINT. The following resolution was adopted, nnanimously, bv the congregauon imme diately after the following discourse was pronounced: Resolved^ That Rev. Mr. Cushman be requeatci to furnish a copy of his Funeral Discourse for publication, and that in connpction wi h Tlio resolutions offered by Hon. A. L. Miner and Rev. James Anderson, itbe ibrwardt'd to Mrs Abkaham Lincolk as an exppeaaion of our sympathies for her, in her recent great and oruahing sorrow. DISCOURSE. What mean these sable symboLs of mourning? Why this House of God draped ? Why that Flag — the emblem of our National life and power — why wear.s it the weeds of marked grief? Why this large and solemn gathering? Why these prayers and dirges lifted to Heaven through our tears ? Tou tell me they utter, one and all, the fact of Death, and are signs of uncommon sorrow. But who of your dear ones is recently dead ? Into whose liome has the grim messenger entered of late and made new havoc with your hearts, in smiting down some illustrious, shin ing victin), and hence waked this wail of mourning, this quite ODiversal, crushing grief, in our quiet New England home ? Who of us have recently lost a loved one ? I see no coffin. Tou have not brought wilh you into the House of Prayer the dear remains of any dear departed one. Why these symbols of anomalous grief? Why this dark and sepulchral pall? "Why your faces ¦ covered with tears? Why do your- hearts ache as if they must break, or you die ? Lo ! What do I see, all over our land, where Loyalty and Freedom remain, where are yet found hearts true to God and to law-abiding Liberty, wfhat do I see? Thou-sands and thousands of my countrymen gathered in the Holy Sanctuary, and at the toll of bells so lately rang in pealing and joyful tone.5, are assembled, with Sad hearts and amid the same insignia of profound and unut- terable sorrow and even woe, to utlcr their prayers and their sighs in the ear of Heaven — whence any true comfort can come. Why all this I ask you ? Ah ! following the lines that radiate from the heart-centre of our national existence, in streams of mourners, we reach inward and approach the home of power iind national glory and attraction, and pressing our way through tlie dense crowd.-! of living, gloomy men, women and children of every race and color, we, with solemn tread draw near a sarcophagus — a coffin — surrounded with the mightiest of the land — scarred and war-beaten soldiers — war riors, whose names "the world will never let die," statesmen of the ripest intellect and of the holiest worth, with grey locks whitened in the service of their country — weeping like chil dren and mingling in one refrain of anguish, their sobs, with a family group, who but a week since were all on the very summit of joy, but now, with broken, crushed hearts, are about to b^ar away their loved and honored one to his old home. Sadly we lift the covering, and O my soul, who lies therein ? I need not tell you. His face is as familiar, though \Vf may never linve looked upon it, is as familiar as the face of any dear and near friend — that face marked with honest plainness, with inherent strength, and with serene and smiling grace, you recognize it and whose is it ? Alas, alas, it is the face of him, though we had seen him not, we loved — esteemed more and more, and of whom we can truly say we did not know till now how much we loved him and how our hearts confided in him, our worthy, humane, honest, stout, true and Christian President — the leader under God, as ever Moses was of Israel, of this American people and yet who like Moses permitted to view from Pisgah's top the beauty of the Laud of Promise, and not himself entei* in. So our leader dies within fair sight of his hoped-for good, dies just as he was writing on the undying page of history, my country saved from the mad assault ot Treason. But how is this? Is he dead 7 How? O my country weep. Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkalon, dies indeed, by the permissive Providence of God, overruling all in utmost wisdom, though dark to us, yet smitten down in a moment by one of our own countrymen, impelled and frenzied by the mur derous spirit of the most unjust and foulest rebellion that ever saturated the earth with its blood, and has now culminated in the fiendish assassination of our Chief Magistrate ! This then is the reason of this assemblage. This is the oc casion of all this sable drapery and mourning and tears, this wide-spread grief. It is fitting indeed, that we, wilh the na tion, should come info the house of the Lord and cluster about the altar of prayer, here bow down our hearts in submisi-ion at the foot of adorable Sovereignty and Mercy and through our tears look up to Him, our Father God, whence our hope and help must come. And who can help mourning, and more deeply mourn, that he should dis at this critical and yet hopeful juncture in our national struggle against the vile spirit that inflamed the heart of Treason, that nerved. the arm of the foul invader, opened the blood-gate of war and has now, as its legitimate and mad work, struck with an assassin's hand at the very heart of the nation — of all true and Constitutional law and order in the land. This aggravates and intensifies our grief. This adds the emofions of horror and of just indignation to our sor row. We shudder as we weep, as the deed apprehended, and yet we never could believe there was a heart depraved or arm Satanic enough to consummate, has been accomplished ! And yet the deed is done, no worse in spirit or in fact, than the spirit and fact of the rebellion that prompted it, that threat ened he should never take his seat at the Capital, threatened to overthrow this Government and tumble our free institutions into chaos, yet it is done ! There in yonder coffin, I see, through blurred eyes, our good, noble, magnanimous, National Eepre sentative lies, calm and sweet in death, his all-guiding and great spirit wafted away from the tumult and care and madness aad joy of earth, and may we not hope through the mercy of that ndoraUe Jesus whom he loved, and that God whom he ever recognized, is safe where the wicked cea.se from troubling and the .weary are at rest. He is no more! His ear is deaf to the shouts of welcome at his presence, or now to the wail of wild and Uflutterable grief lliut bursts from the bruised heart of his companion and children. His eye is closed upon the rising gloiies of his eniiinripated country. He has listened for the last time to the glad voices of Victory as they leap and swell over^the [land. He is no more, ah ! can we say this ? Nay, never was he so iiU pervasive as to-day. We see and feel him in our dreams. " Though dead he yet speaketh." He cannot die out on earth even. The green sods, as ll'.ey grow greener !ind more fresh over hi.s grave, can never muffle his ^voice or bury his memory and wisdom. His name and fame are immortal. And yet he is gone, and we weep and mouin like children, and u e can't help it, for we esteemed and loved him. The blow that struck hiin, strnck us. We all feel weak. Our limbs tremble underneath us. We sink down and cry after liim, My Father! My Father! the chariot of Israel and the horse-men thereof! Our hearts^ quake, fears take hold of us as of a wflman in travail. We know not what will be on the morrow. We seera to stand upon the perilous edge [of somp deep and dark abyss, whose mad waters swirl and cast their icy spray over us, and into it are plunging our hopes, our liber ties — our free institutions — all that we hold dear on eartlj. For the spirit that maddened the assassin's brain, still lives in our land. Thousands we fear are glad that the deed is done, and dared they, would tumble our Government into one vast heap of ruin and raise upon it, in the glee of Devils, the black banner of anarchy Ani'dd night. ^ What was intended and at tempted, more than" was accomplished, is sad proof of this. We thank Hea.ven for its sparing favor. May the life and strength of our new President and his constitutional advisers be preciou.5 in its sight ! But what a fall is this frora the height of hope and joy that we had reached one week ago ! Ho iv inexpressibly different the scene, amid the triumphant waving of tlie nutioji's banner upon the captured walls of Sumpter, and that awful scene when amid the music and merriment of the hour a single pis- tal shot is heard, the instantaneous unconsciousness of our President, his head dropped on his breast, the scream of a widowed woman, and the deep death slumbers of her noble and honored husband ! " How has the mighty fallen." Many noble and dear brave ones have fallen before, and we had ihoijght our grief so deep as not to lie moved wiili a deep er sorrow, and yet we mourn to-dny as never bi-tbre, fulfilling to the letter the words of the holy Pr.ipliet at the di-ath of Is rael's beloved King. " In thai day slmll there be a gr^-at mourning in Jerusalem, as the inouriing of Hadradrimmoii in the val'ey of Megiddon. And the land shall ra,)urn eiery fam ily and their wives apart, the family of the house of Nath:in apart and their wives apart, the family of Levi apart and their wives apart, the family of Shimei apart and their wives apart. All the families that remain and their wives apart." So it is this day. But amid this quite universal gloom, what voice above our wail do I hear, if not the voice of Heaven speaking to us, in the words of the great Massilon, at the funeral of his beloved King, contrasting the weakness of the monarch with the im mutability of God, God alone is great! He lives and rules ! So when Jehovah was pleased to command the Prophet Isaiah to make a public proclamation in the ears of the people, what was it, think you, he was ordered to announce ? The voice said cry, and he said what shall I cry ? All flesh is grass and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field! The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it. Surely the people is grass. Th« grass 3 10 withereth, the flower fadetb, hut the Word of our God shall ttand forever. Instead, then, of presenting to our eyes the mutations 0/ power, the revolutions of States and Empires, he exhibits a most awful spectacle, the human race withering under the breath of his mouth and perishing under his rebuke, while He plants his word, pregnant with Eternal Truth, subsisting from generation to generation and in undecayed vigor, to console our wretchedness and impregnate the dying mass with the seed of [mmortality. So, now, as Heaven has shown how nt- terly unstable and uncertain are bare earthly hopes and props, that mundane glory must soon fade, the honored and the good lie down in one common grave with the humble and obscure, as we feel a dread precariousness gather about our pathway, oh, how glad we are to welcome the sublime and up-looming truth: there is a God, and he is supreme and good, that though individuals die, principles of truth and righteousness live, and will ere long trinmph. Now is the time for us to trust in our Father God, and yie}4 our hearts, our country, our all into his wise, Omnific hand, to love and obey Him, We needed to be humbled even in our joy. We needed to realize anew, that there is an overruling God on the Throne ; " That a Divinity shapes our pnds Bough hew them as we wjll." Shall we ever again forget this old and oft-reminded lesson ? But to ret^un. That the death of great and good men should bp particularly noticed is equally the dictate of reason as of Revelation. The tears of Israel flowed in torrents at the de- ,cease of good Josiah, and to his memory the funeral women chanted their solemn dirges. The death of Washington and other of our Presidents produced a great sorrow. The tidings especially of the Father of his Country moved the infant na tion and it wept. The death of Ma. Lincoln— rthe Preserv? er of our Country — while it causes Qiir hearts to bleed (p their il anguish, yet Such were the circumstances attending it, it chills our liopes and curdles our blood. He has fallen not in the or dinary movements of Divine Providence but as the result of the spirit of barbarism, for years past permeating the land, and lhat takes us back to tha dark ages for its parallel of crime, the spirit evolved of physical and moral oppression, that has i-rown up with the history knd strengthened in its atrb'city with the system of African SI iVery, whose prime law is, that might males right, that physical force is mightier thain moral obligation and holier tfian civil ur Divine law. We have read oif' this spirit's working. We have read with horror of the sstvage assaults it has made upon the innocent — '• the lovers of old Union and Of law, of the deliberate and per sistent purpose to starve into hopeless idiocy or lingering death prisoners taken in a wsir it niadly inaugurated. We have retid of plots to burn Vfrhole cities, and butcher un armed men, women and children, and all under the sanction and by the authority of a Government nowhere urider Heaven or above Heaven, bu,t in Hell, recognized as a legitimate pow er — professedly organized for Freedom — liberty, #ith an iron heel Cn the' neck of the poof white and the poorer African. We have heard that the precious life of our Chief Magistrate was in jeopardy, and yet we had closed our eyes to the fact that it could be possible, that the spirit of rebellion even, could so Corrupt and influence any of its votaries, as to igiVore all law and right, crush out conscifeftce and all the instincts of a com- inon though depraved humanity and to concieve iri cold blood and consummate the fbUl deed of murdering the Chief Magis trate of the nation. Personally, those who are in rebellion, and those who sympathize with it, North and South, many of thein, may not be directly implicated in this high-handed and hrutal' murder, and yet every man, we care not where he liveSj that has had the least particle of sympathy with it, is mor6 6r less responsible and guilty in this dfeed. Every irisur'jgent In the land has the sfiirit of murddr in his heart. Few had ISi the desperation to strike the blow but all have urged on the the madness that gave the death-wound, who have even secret ly hoped or prayed that the rebellion might succeed. And more, ray friends, this foul deed is but the natural out-birth of the low and mawkish sense of justice and regard to law and the legitimate execution of its penalties upon all criminals, all law breakers, and which under the garb of sweet philan thropy, or polluted, mistaken views of Christian mercy has poisoned and demoralized so many minds and hearts among us. I permit no one to go beyond myself in the enforcement of the great and holy doctrine of Christian mercy and of Christian forgiveness, in its bearing upon individual aiTection and conduct, toward those who have wronged us, but, my hearers, God is just as well as merciful and He hath put the Sword, the keen emblem of Death, into the hands of the le gitimate rulers of this world that they may, by his author ity, be just even to the taking of life, as well as me)ciful ; and where evei' this is denied or overlooked He will punish us for o»r dastardly temerity and hurl down ruin in the form of wide spread anarchy upon our heads. And 3'et the foul deed has been done, and our worthy, be loved Chief Magi.-lrate is dead ! ^e can hardly believe it. Il is too aw tui to believe, and let they tell us lie is dead, just a-; the the broad daylifjlit seemed to be opening upon the dark, struggling niylit of our woe, just as the powers of darkness were being repulsed, and he and we all began to breathe more easily, and hope, with a halo of glad visions, revived within us, — just as he was prepai ing rf Pi oclamation of Arnne-ty, we are told, and of holy Ihaiiksgiving to Almighty God, — as the shouts of welcome from the rebel capital were lingering in his ears, — he was shot — and he too has passed away, with the vast multitude — immolated on the bloody altar of a foul rebellion. So far as our late President is concerned, how sweet it is for DB to hope and feel that he is at rest — not only far removed from the mad assaults of polluted Treason, and at rest from the untold care and anxiety of this world — so vuin and wnfal oft. One thing is eertain, he has not lived in vain. He sprung from a Quaker faraily, and was born in Kentucky. The ag gregate amount of school education he ever received was about one year. With axe in hand, at seven years of age, he spent his youth with his f ilher in Indiana, or as a hired man on fiat boats, on the great Mississippi. Once a soldier, in the Black Hawk war, whsre he received his first honor as Captain of a volunteer company. Soon after he is reading law, with books borrowed, and studied by night. He enters political lil'e and is unsuccessful, and in 1837 removes to Springfield, Illinois, and rises rapidly in his profession. In 1844 enters Congress and is found on the unpopular side of humane and just legisla tion. But you know his history. Every child should read it, and will read it, and you know that how he rose step by step, against odds large and quite overpowering, until from the highest position in civil life, on earth, he has wrung from the reluctant heart of the nation the confession, that he was not only highly and nobly endowed, iut an honest man. One such was found at last, a fair incarnation of our free and Dem ocratic Government, plain and true. He has won our admira tion, not by any dazzling and transcendant qualities of bare and co!d intellect, but by attributes more dependant upon the puri ty and elevation of his moral nature — by unceasing and inflex ible devotion to duty — by heroic firmness and constancy, even when we were saying', he had no mind of his own — by a calm and quite intuitive judgment, inspired by that rare and rough quality, ."iound common sense — with a native gentleness and kindness of heart, that made him a stranger to all bitterness of spirit or of real parly animosity— full of simple and touching courtesies, sparkling wilh homely and keen wit ; conspicuous for his moderation and humanity in the hour of triumph, as of serene hope in the dark hour of unsuccessful conflict — a model of simplicity and integrity, whose exterior look was not fash- u ioned after the modern schools of courtly life, but whose soul was the impersonation of humane and manly purpose.^. Oh ! he has been snatched away from us so suddenly and so foully, lhat had we not confidence in a wise and overruling Providence, our hearts could not submit to it. Yes, I look upon Abraham Lincoln, take him all in all, as the ripest and most natural development of American Democracy, that we have seen since the days of our Fathers — the living embodiment of a pure and n'^ble American culture, roughened, ; erhaps, by a Western pioneer life, but refined iu heart and made holy in purpose hy the uplifting force of the Word of God, in which he Delieved, and the radical principles of our free and Republican institu tions. And have we not reason to belfeve thai with all and above all his moral qualities of high and stable virtue, he was a chris tian man. Listen to these words of his, as he left his htfrne for Washington : My Friends : No one not in my position can appreciate the sadness I feel at this parting. To this people I owe all that I am. Here I have lived more than a quarter of a century ; here my children were born, and here one of them lies buried. I know not how soon I shall see you again. A duty devolves upon me, which is, perhaps/ greater than that which h'as de volved upon any other man, since the days of Washington. He never would have succeeded except for the aid of Divine Prov idence, upon which he always relied. I feel that I cannot suc ceed without the same Divine aid, which sustained him, dnd on the same Almighty Being I place my Reliance for support ; and Ihope you, my friends, will pray lhat I may receive that Divine Assistance, without which I cannot succeed, but with which success is certain. Again I bid you all aw affectionate farewell. Go read and read over again, and then again, if your tears will allow you, his last inaugural — so calm, so far removed from any exultant spirit ovrt his opponents, or of any revengeful 15 spirit toward the enemies of the country, so trustful in God, so strong in Heaven's own and eternal Truth, so hopeful of the future and yet prepared for the worst — closing, you remember, with these words : With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive to finish the work we are in, to bind up the Nation's wounds, to ¦care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphans, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace, among ourselves and all nations. In full harmony with the above we have, on what we regard good au thority, this little and touching incident to relate : Not ra^ny months since, a gentleman having business with the President, was requested by a friend to ask him whether he loved Jesus. The business being concluded, the question was kindly asked. The President buried his face in his handkerchief, turned away and wept. He then turned and said : When I left home to take this Chair of State, I requested my couptrymen to pray for me. I was not then a Christian. When my son died, the sorest trial of my life, I was not a Christian. But when I went to Gettysburg and looked upon the graves of dead heroes who h^d fallen in defence of their country, I then and there consecrated myself to Christ : I da love Jesus. And can we fail' to see that he loved Jesus, the Saviour of the world, and may we not trust that his spirit rests in the bosom of his Father and our Father, never more to be disturbed by the sjn and turmoil of earth. And Yet thjs very and dear man, wbo of all others, seemed prepared by his ripe and large experience, by his manly vir tues, his unquestioimble patriotism ^nd mature statesmanship to guide us to the end of our terrible conflict, is no more ! We seem to be iu a night-mare maze, struggling against this sad truth, and yet with more than night-mare reality compellei} to believe that it is so. Sorrowing most of all that we shall see his face no more among the living. IS Our lieaits ache anew and our soriows flow apace, and we weep with his companion, known among us, and children and friends. We mingle our tears vvith our smitten land. But through our tears shall we not praise that Divine Power, that gave him to us, in the hour of our trial, spared him so long, and permitted him even, to rejoice in the full assurance of liojie, of a preserved, restored, united country, on frinciples too that if we are true to them, will punfy and elevate us. In closing permit me to say, that standing as we do, with the afflicted millions of our countrymen, near the opened tomb of hira whose death we mourn, God has spoken to us. He means we shall hear the voice and what does he say. Put not your trust in Princes or in any Earthly Power. There is one hin;h- er than all Earthly Rulers. Will 3-ou love and obey iiim? Will you, amid the startling evidences of Earth's frailty, the in.stability of Earths good, put your heart's confidence in Him and in His Eternal Word ? Shall we, as citizens of this land, listen to the warning voice of God's Providence, repent of our sins and humble ourselves in the dust. Oh that Heaven would grant tlie Holy Spirit to sanctify and consecrate our new President and constitutional advisers and all the people for their new and solemn duties and responsibil ities, thereby a holy pause come to our vain-glorying, and we be prepared to execute justice in the fear of the Lord, love mercy as His Word demands, and walk humbly before our God all the days of our life — that we may at last, through the grace of our common and atoning Redeemer, hear from bis lips, those glad words we hope he for whom we mourn has heard, " Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord. For thine is the Kingdom and Power and glory for- ever." Amen. CITIZENS MEETING. At a meeting of the citizens of Manchester, called to take such actioa as might be deemed proper in view of the death of Peesident LiNCOllir, Hon. Myron Claek was chosen Chairman, and L. Mtjnson, Secretary Hon. a. L. Mines, Col. M. S. Colburn, and Dk J. S. Oshan, were ap pointed a committi e to draw up resolutions. The following resolutiom were presented and adopted : Whereas, Abraham Lincoln, the beloved President of these United JStates, has been most brutally murdered, bv a cowardly assassin, and at a, time when his gieat statesmanship, his noble patriotism, his purity of heart, and disinterested action were most needed to guide our nation and its government to peace, prosperity and happiness. Therefore, Resolved, That all the citizens of this town be requested to meet at the Congregational Church, on Wednesday next, at 12 o'clock noon, to listen to a funeral address from the Rev. Mr. Cushinan,^to sppnd a seasop qt solemn mourning for fais death, and to mingle our tears with those of all SOod and loyal citizens throughout the land. JResplved, That while Washington has ever been justly called "tbe Father of his Country," Abraham Lincoln has beeuthe honored instrn- ment, vnder God, to save it from destraction, andshould hereafter b* Mlled his country's preserves. t 18 Resolved, That while all hearts were bounding with joy, thal> the rc- bellion was crushed, and this terrible war wus virtually ended, by our great and crowning victories,— and while the nation wus singing hymn? and hozannas, and ascribing Dominion aud Power to the God of Battles, for our great deliverance, — and while all eyes were turned towards Pres ident Lincoln, with trusting confidence, to inaugurate a lasting peace, which should redound to the honor and glory of this great nation, — th* shock came upon us, like a burst of thunder, in a clear sky, turning al. our joy and exultationn to the deepest sorrow and gloom. Resolved, That while we are stricken and grieve, wc will not lose Paith in our government and free institutions, — that He, who has ever con trolled the destiny of this land; will not leave us, but will raise up oth er Lincolns, to. guide the nation; and the unequalled blessings, bequeath ed us by our fathers, at the expense of their blood, will not, and ahall not, be torn from us, — and we here pledge ourselves anew to give all our energies, and substance, and our lives, if necessary, rather t^an have traitors, and slave-drivers, and cowardly assassins, govern this country and rule over us. And that we never will relax our exertions, till all insti gators of treason; ancl all assissins, receive the full penalty of the law for their crimes. Resolved, That these fiendish assaults upon the President, .and Secreta ry Seward, and the attempt to murder the Vice President, and other mem bers of the Cabinet, are the legitimate fruits of Southern Slavery — which has taught men to regard their fellow men as brutes, fostered and stimu lated the worst of passions, and often turned masters into demons. It is but the upheavings of this institution that has sought the JVation's life, — tortured sixty thousand prisoners to death by starvation, and committed raore outrages upon humanity, than were ever before committed by all the civilized world, and has finally perpetrated this crowningi dastardly deed — ^but thanks be lo Heaven, and to the loved and lamented Lincoln, this monster. Slavery — this curse of all curses, — has fallen, and fallen to riss no more forever. Resolved, That while we grieve, we, at tbe same time rejoice and give thanks, that the felon's dagger fell short of the life blood cf tbat most illus trious statesman, William H. Seward, — and we humbly trust his life may still be spared, and that he may continue to shed such a bright lustre up on this government and people. Resolved, That we tender onr warmest sympathies to Mrs. Lincoln and her family, — wbo have honored this town by their visits, the last two seasons, — we would commend her and them to the teachings of Hm, who alone can heal the cleft beart.and who is the widow's Ood and the orphan'! Father. 19 The following additional resolution was presented by Rev. James An derson, and adopted as the sense of the meeting : Whereas, It has pleased God in his all wise, but mysterious Provi dence, to suffer the removal from our world by the hands of a vile and fiendish assassin, the Hon, Abraham Lincoln, the Is/te^ beloved, patriotic and efficient President of these United States, Therefore Resolved, That while we moiirn the loss of our late Chief Mug- istrate with inexpressible sorrow and grief, that we hereby tender to hia successor, the Hon. Andrew Johnson, our firm and undivided support in the discharge of the high and responsible duties of his office in these days »f Treason and Blood, assuring him that the People of these loyal States, who, under" a favoring Providence, have fought these great battles of Hu man Freedom against Treason, and against Barbarism, and cruelties un heard-of in the wars of civilized Nations, will not now desert the cause tliey have so bravely won ; but will stand by their Represent^atives and Rulers, in this conflict, until the whole power of the Rebellion is crushed, and Treason and Traitors meet their deserved condemnation, not only tinder the hand of impending justice, but also in the sentiment and "morals «f the World." De. j. S. Osman, Hon. J. B. Hollister, Col. M. S. Colbtibn, and F. H. Obvis, Esq., were appointed a committee of arrangements. The aeetihg then adjourned. Myron Clabk, Chairman. I>. Munson, Secretary. ORDER OF EXERCISES IN THE CHURCH. The following was the order of exercises in the Churoh — which, by the ladies, was handsomely and impressively draped : 90th Psalm chanted by the Choir, Introduction and Reading of Holy Scripture — 46tA Psalm and I6th Chapter of 1st Corinthians, by - - - - Rev. S. Albkii. Riading Hymn, by - - - Ret. J. W. Bbowx. Prayer before Discourse, by - - Rbt, Db. Wickham. Funeral Address, by - - Rev. R. S, Cdsbmak. Dirge, " Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb." (Closing Prayer and Benediction, by - - Rbt. Jambs Akdbrsbk. YALE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Gift of STUART W. JACKSON Yale 1898