government purchased
it for one hundred thousand dollars, and it is now used as a branch of
the Record and Pension Division of the War Department. President
Lincoln was shot by J. Wilkes Booth at 10.20 o'clock P.M. on the
evening of April 14, 1865, while seated in his private box in the
theatre.

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!

_By Robert Leighton_

"Sic semper tyrannis!" the assassin cried,
As Lincoln fell. O villain! who than he
More lived to set both slave and tyrant free?
Or so enrapt with plans of freedom died,
That even thy treacherous deed shall glance aside
And do the dead man's will by land and sea;
Win bloodless battles, and make that to be
Which to his living mandate was denied!
Peace to that gentle heart! The peace he sought
For all mankind, nor for it dies in vain.
Rest to the uncrowned king, who, toiling, brought
His bleeding country through that dreadful reign;
Who, living, earned a world's revering thought,
And, dying, leaves his name without a stain.

_Liverpool, England,
May 5, 1865_

[Illustration: ABRAHAM LINCOLN

Foully assassinated, April 14, 1865]

Tom Taylor wrote the following poem, which appeared in the _London
Punch_, May 6, 1865. The engraving is a facsimile of the one published
in the paper at the head of the poem.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN, FOULLY ASSASSINATED

You lay a wreath on murdered LINCOLN'S bier,
_You_, who with mocking pencil wont to trace,
Broad for self-complacent British sneer,
His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face,

His gaunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt, bristling hair,
His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease,
His lack of all we prize as debonair,
Of power or will to shine, of art to please,

_You_, whose smart pen backed up the pencil's laugh,
Judging each step, as though the way were plain:
Reckless, so it could point its paragraph,
Of chief's perplexity, or people's pain.

Beside this corpse, that bears for winding sheet
The Stars and Stripes, he lived to rear anew,
Between the mourners at hi