It is impossible to give any adequate description of the funeral--whose like was never seen before or since--when eminent authors, clergymen, judges and distinguished civilians walked on foot through streets, shrouded in black to the house tops.

The whole journey to Springfield, Ill., was one constant manifestation of poignant grief.
The people rose in the night, simply to see the funeral train pass by.

I do not wonder that when Emperor Alexander, of Russia (who was himself afterwards assassinated) heard the tidings of our President's death from an American Ambassador, he leaped from his chair, and exclaimed, "Good God, can it be so?
He was the noblest man alive." Thirty-seven years have passed away, and to-day while our nation reveres the name of Washington, as the Father of his Country; Abraham Lincoln is the best loved man that ever trod this continent.

The Almighty educated him in His own Providence for his high mission.

The "plain people," as he called them, were his University; the Bible and John Bunyan were his earliest text-books.