hter and dearer as ages go by.

Yet the tears of a Nation fall over the dead,
Such tears as a Nation before never shed;
For our cherished one fell by a dastardly hand,
A martyr to truth and the cause of the land;
And a sorrow has surged, like the waves to the shore,
When the breath of the tempest is sweeping them o'er,
And the heads of the lofty and lowly have bowed,
As the shaft of the lightning sped out from the cloud.

Not gathered, like Washington, home to his rest,
When the sun of his life was far down in the West;
But stricken from earth in the midst of his years,
With the Canaan in view, of his prayers and his tears.
And the people, whose hearts in the wilderness failed,
Sometimes, when the star of their promise had paled,
Now, stand by his side on the mount of his fame,
And yield him their hearts in a grateful acclaim.

[Illustration: STATUE OF LINCOLN

Muskegon, Michigan, Charles Niehaus, sculptor]

John Nichol, born at Montrose, Forfarshire, Scotland, September 8,
1833. He was a professor of English Literature at the University of
Glasgow (1861-1889), and did much to make American books popular in
England. His numerous publications include: _Leaves_ (1854), verse;
_Tables of European History, 200-1876 A.D._ (1876); fourth edition
(1888); _Byron in English Men of Letters series_; _American
Literature, 1520-1880_ (1882). He was an ardent advocate of the
Northern cause during the Civil War, and visited the United States at
the close of the conflict. He died at London, England, October 11,
1894.

LINCOLN, 1865

An end at last! The echoes of the war--
The weary war beyond the Western waves--
Die in the distance. Freedom's rising star
Beacons above a hundred thousand graves;

The graves of heroes who have won the fight,
Who in the storming of the stubborn town
Have rung the marriage peal of might and right,
And scaled the cliffs and cast the dragon down.

Paeans of armies thrill across the sea,
Till Europe answers--"Let the struggle cease.
The bloody page is turned; the next may be
For ways of pleasantness and paths of peace!"

A golden morn-