od redeemed and bright,
With not a slave on all her soil.

'Mid peals of bells and cannon's bark,
And shouting streets with flags abloom,
Sped the shrill arrow of thy doom,
And, in an instant, all was dark!

. . . . .

A martyr to the cause of man,
His blood is Freedom's Eucharist,
And in the world's great hero list
His name shall lead the van.

Yes! ranked on Faith's white wings unfurled
In Heaven's pure light, of him we say,
"He fell on the self-same day
A Greater died to save the world."

[Illustration: TABLET AT PHILADELPHIA

Unveiled February 21, 1903]

He who seeks the embodiment of the genius of the Union finds it in the
apotheosis of the Great Emancipator. There, under the arching skies he
stands, erect, serene, resplendent; beneath his feet the broken
shackles of a race redeemed; upon his brow the diadem of liberty with
law, while around and behind him rise up, as an eternal guard of
honor, the great army of the Republic.

In the belief that from the martyr's bier as from the battlefield of
right it is but one step to paradise, may we not, on days like this,
draw back the veil that separates from our mortal gaze the phantom
squadrons as they pass again in grand review before their "Martyr
President."--_From an address by Hiram F. Stevens, read before the
Minnesota Commandery of the Loyal Legion._

THE MARTYR PRESIDENT

In solid platoons of steel,
Under heaven's triumphant arch,
The long lines break and wheel,
And the order is "Forward, March!"
The colors ripple o'erhead,
The drums roll up to the sky,
And with martial time and tread
The regiments all pass by--
The ranks of the faithful dead
Meeting their president's eye.
March on, your last brave mile!
Salute him, star and lace!
Form 'round him, rank and file,
And look on the kind, rough face.
But the quaint and homely smile
Has a