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VOL. 9. No. 25.
LINCOLN, NEB., SATURDAY, JUNE 2, 1894.
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
POT POURRI.
THAT wonderful face! How like a benedicatiou it looks down
I upon us from it's wreathing of starry folds. The tender,
I pleading eyes, with the great soul shining out from them;
the resolute mouth with those sympathetic curves, that honest face
so just, so true, so pure, seem a living presence in these Memorial
services, more than a pictured face upon the wall among the banners.
Will history ever give us another face that will move us to tears
after all the years as Lincoln moves us?
Will another ever leave the divine pity that his has left the love
the limitless faith? The remembrance of the man who came,
God's work pressing on him who fulfilled his mission and wiped
away the one foul blot on our fair nation, with God's mantle upon
him, thenpassed away, human love's most costly sacrifice, God's holy
light between tho w "rM and him, leaving a memory half mortal and
half mirth.
"Greater love hath no man than this."
Victory was ours, bells rang and cannon boomed. The victors
grimy with the smoke of battle, worn and scarred, came home to
victorious rejoicings. Just when light was beginning to dawn
when results were vindicating his wisdom--just when, his mission
accomplished, ho began to bo known to the people as he was, the
last sacrifice was required.
There were no laurel wreaths for him. For him the harvest came
too late. Faithful power that he was, he could not live to see the
boifntiful, beautiful reaping that crowned his life work.
Four years and a month, he had been at the helm, while the
tempest shrieked and roared. Men were mad in those days. It was
a time when calm, dispassionate, reasoning was rare. No man ever
found more bitter partisans; no man was ever more cruelly criticised.
When his plans promulgated, his seeming audacity caused millions
to tremble, till the miracle of their execution won the admiration
of a watching world. No man in history was ever called as Lincoln
was, to so complex a situation.
Without name, without fame, or preparation, snatched from
obscurity, raised to supremo command at a supreme moment, and
entrusted with the destiny of a nation.
A man of peace and quiet methods, called to direct a country
writhing in the throes of a civil war.
Gloom was everywhere. Trials encompassed him, the days were
dark, and night brought no peace. The prison-pens of Belle Isle
and Anderson ville haunted him. Care stamped indelible lines on
the honest face, and the shadows gathered ever thicker. Four years
were nearly rounded, and hope was almost faint. Foreign nations
encouraged piracy homes were bereft ten of thousands of our
fairest sons slept on southern battlo fields. Our arsenals worn empty
our army was scattered secession still reared its hydra head, and
fainting hearts asked what had our nation left.
Almighty God, and Abraham Lincoln.
Through the darkest age of this Republic, this marvolous figure
held the reins of power. He was no "man of destiny," he was a man
of the time. Unswervingly with his face ever turned toward the
right, this steady, loyal, true heart, met each now outbreak with un
shaken integrity. Even when it seemed that tho battle-field was to
be transferred to freo soil, he sat there implacable in his stern re
solve, to see tho cause of tho righteous win.
His life and character, aro known to fame's farthorcst bounds.
Men will model their ideals after him, when we are forgotten. Men
will do deeds of valor for his memory's sake; human nature will bo
more gentle, for his simple, patient life; his magnanimity, his kind
ness to his foes, his yearning longing for peace and right, will preach
fraternal love through all the ages. The verdict of a world is above
criticism.
Infinite rest, and peace have been his these many years. Tho great
head and heart, look from those pictured eyes, to tell us of tho
mystic words duty and right. To jounscl steadfastness and mag
nanimity forbearance and loyalty. His life serves as a prelude and
an epilogue, of the most imperial theme of modern times. Our loyal
hearts always remember with an American's pride that ho was "ours"
and the shrine we keep sacred to his memory, we lay our most prec
ious offerings.
Augusta L. Packard.
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SCHOOL GIRLS AS POETS.
Why Cannot a School Girl Write Poetry.
To give the girls an opportunity to demonstrate their ability in
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ment, we offer to the three girls (pupils of Lincoln schools) who
write and deliver to our store on or before June Gth the best three
short poems, referring to our business, the following prizes:
First Prize, a fine trimmed Leghorn hat. - - worth 86.00
Second Prize, a fine trimmed hat, ... - 85.00
Third Prize, a fine trimmed hat, " 54-00
Full particulars of this Contest in Sundays mornings Journal and
Monday evenings Neics. First prize poem will apyear in Courier
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OBSERVATIONS.
The annual election of three members of the board of education
has been followed by the usual perturbation on the part of school
teachers in this city. Every year about this time teachers are more
or less worried over the prospect, and it is doubtless a fact that fear
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