ad felt
honored to have his shadow rest on 'em as he passed through 'em to
audiences with royalty.

They journeyed to that tomb. Some on 'em had been used to stand by the
tombs of their own great dead under the magestic aisles of Westminster
Abbey, whose lofty glories dwarfs the human form almost to a pigmy.

Some had stood by the white marble poem of the Tag Megal in India,
wherein a royal soul has carved his love for a woman. If that race, to
whom we send missionaries to civilize them, could raise such a tomb over
its dead, and a woman too, who had done no great things, only loved the
man who raised this incomparable monument over her--what could they
expect to find raised by this great and dominant race over the dead form
of the man who had saved the hull country from ruin?

So with feelin's of awe and wonder in their hearts, expectin' to see
they knew not what, the awestruck, admirin' foreigner paused before the
tomb of the Great Leader--and he see nothin'. Not even a respectable
grave-stun, such as you see in any New England graveyard. (Or that has
been the case till very lately. But now things look a little brighter in
the monument line.)

But it has been a shame, and a burnin' one, so burnin' that it has
seemed to me that it would take all the cool blue waters that glide
along below, a-complainin' of the slight and insult to our Hero--it
would take more than all these waters to wash it out and make the
country clean agin.

But she had one of her spells, and whether she wuz well or whether she
wuz sick, New York lied jest like a dog about it.

Whether she wuz crazy or not, the fact remained that she had bragged,
and then gin out; had promised, and not performed.

I believe she wuz out of her head.

Then there wuz the same kind of a performance she went through with the
Goddess of Liberty.

When France had gin that beautiful and most wondeful creeter to us as a
present, it looked sort o' shabby in New York to not provide a platform
for that female to stand up on.

Now, didn't it? She a-offerin' to light up the world if she only had a
place to stand up on--and the great continent of America not bein'
willin' to gin it to her.

[Illustration: She a-offerin' to light up the world, if she only had
a place to stand up on.]

New York talked--oh, yes, it wuz a-goin' to do great things! Oh, what a
big, noble door-step it wuz a-layin' out to rize up for that goddess to
stand on!

But there it wuz, New York