Show N AV ago ma epp T 04 P 7 ap 31 I 1 t c pj 91 1111 k I 1 U R A 4 f T as s 3 ZY ar 42 LIEU V by ELMO SCOTT WATSON T IS doubtful if any other american not even excepting george washington ever has been or ever will be made the theme of song bong and story as lies has been and seems certain to continue to be abraham lincoln and when the expression song Is used tt it does not mean a poetic composition set to music nor does doe story mean a repetition of any of the innumerable anecdotes which have clustered around the name of lincoln and to which surprising as the fact Is new ones are constantly being added after all these years since rince ill ho last walked tile the earth instead the songs are tile the outpourings of erlb uto to lin lincoln by sonic i of nt amerlyn Anier lenIAL t aliulis ano in inspired alred by the greatness of their theme to utterances have become a part oi of our national literary tradition As for the story men may repeat allec dates of LI lincoln p col and then in a little while forget forg 0 thorn them cut but the story which Is told by enduring bronze or stone is one which cannot bo be forgotten so each of the great number of statues which huic been erected ell acted to lincoln in many parts of the country has its story to tell of the nall hall splitter the the 11 alan of sorrows and of the great sta statesman tes lilan who belongs t to a the ages so long as men will speak of Lincoln so long will they be impressed by the marvel of his career accentuated as it Is by the co contrast between ills his beginning in life and the place he now nor holds in lil history stork As for foe that beginning picture the scene on no TWELFTH 1309 1809 A squalid village set in I 1 n wintry mud A hub deep oxcart ox cart slowly groans and squeaks A horseman halls and halts ile he shifts his cud and speaks well did you hear torn tom Lincol ns wife today the devils devil s luck for folks as poor as gocr tomi tom poor nancel nance I 1 poor young one onel born without a chancel A baby in that godforsaken god forsaken den that worse than cattle pen still what are they but cattle cat bet tutt A critter Is beef hide and tallow but swap one for the creatures of that hut white trash t small try fry whose only instinct la js to multiply good at that and so today god wot another brat ia A puking squalling equalling squal ling red raced faced good for naught spilled un the world heaven only knows tor for what better it if he were black for then h hed ed have a shirt upon his hie back and something in his belly as aa he grows more than hes like to 0 o have as I 1 suppose yet there bs be th se who claim equality for this new brat and that damned democrat who squats bodny where washington once ant aaa hed have bave it that this ihla lincoln cub might intent be of even value in the he world with you and me I 1 yes yea jefferson tom jefferson who but he net who even hints that black men should be tree free chrit th il feather headed tool would tea tel you maybe A president might lie he in this new babal in this new aqua squa squawker squawk ker cr born without a ras rag to hide himsel fl good god it makes me gagl this beggar spawn born for a world to wipe its feet upon A few years hence but now more alore helpless hel pleAs than the litter of a sow kovl and oh well I 1 send the women folks to nans nance 0 poor little devill devil born without a chance edmund vance ance cooke in n the chicago ET evening post humble fumble the beg beginning inning and chumbl Ini the later years in illinois where there Is tin aa everlasting memorial to film in THE LINCOLN CIRCUIT in SprIng ficle where his ashes lie A granite column rises high to sprit gilels year on year jends wends I 1 A caravan that never ends i of 0 pilgrims eager come to pay L their hornage bon ringe to his r acred clay 1 an yet the tn true estate 41 f of 0 lincoln humble bumble simple nule Bl great la Is better sensed in ili village street where once he loved to walk and ana greet in heartiness hs haa fellows fellow fille til g in mart in courthouse tavern ern hall ball t fw lethi nUm its his spirit lingers lingerie where ki ife lived and wrought brough t no sepulcher cher y of ct stately grandeur cold and dam ai can hold the tha human heart of mm LIM T ali ittle towns the county seats squares and idling streets str ceia plain homes bf unsung yet hallo hallowed ayed aca BB in distant times ibex the WJ v w ij J v fi t i 4 EW it y fa wi faw W f i lr A st A 11 i nasf j w kaw A K ay yieh yi wH y ft ff jt as afy ft v V r V V i I 1 w f C y r Ns biti ia 1 v ya aay wa v y aff A M v i MI y y arror a HIM come and go to practice law tell homely tales crack homely jokes and neighbor with the common folks the little towns the country roads the woods woodi the prairies the abodes of I 1 humble I 1 men where malice falls and charity for all avails these are the shrines that still enfold the heart of lincoln as of old whose living legend thus thua we loved LIM him he was one or of us E 0 laughlin in the ladies home journal Journ nl and it was these diese people who gave lim him to the nation for its 16 leader in the greatest struggle it had ever known and those four years of anguish made abraham lincoln A MAN OF SORROWS they thought him but a clown a tactless boor who filled his days and nights with quips and jests ills his hours houra were heedless as his purse was poor without ambition blind to worthy quests lie ile dragged along his days a human clod i who scorned religion mocked and flouted god v av sl how far they errell A man of sorrows lie he ACT who bore within his heart a fatal wound bereft of those he ha loved the sympathy ile he craved and hungered for could not be found the men with whom he walked from day to lay knew no not t ho he trod a dark and lonely way A man of sorrows born to pain and grief yet would he not inflict his woes boes on men in jests jesta and jokes lie he sought to find relief thus raining gaining strength ho be walked erect again such was the man they called a wag and clown the byword and the glory of his town thomas curtis dark clark it was in the of that struggle that the nation realized the greatness of the man when they listened to the words which came from the lips of LINCOLN AT gettysburg from the gettysburg ode after the eyes that looked the lips that spate here fr from 0 M the shadows of impending death those w words ads of solemn breath what voice may fitly break the silence doubly hallowed left by we can but bow the head with w I 1 t h eyes grown dant and as a nations litany repeat the phrase his martyrdom hath made complete noble as then but now more sadly sweet let us the living rather dedicate ourselves to the unfinished work which they ii thus tar far advanced so nobly on its way and save the periled perilea let us upon this field where they the brave their last full measure of devotion gave highly resolve they had not died in vain that under god the nations later birth of freedom and the tha peoples gain of their own sovereignty shall never want wane rt and perish from the circle of the eartha from auch a perfect text eligil song aspire dolight To light her faded flie fire and into wandering music turn its virtue simple sorrowful and stern T ills voice all elegies anticipated for what the strain we hear that one refrain we consecrate ourselves our pelves to them the consecrated bayard taylor 1 dut but bijoc lits ills great work could be fini assassins bullet pongek a whole nation into mourning for MY CAP TAINt 0 captain nay my our tearful fearful trip ali Is ig done the ship chip has haa weathered every ov e rack tile the arlzo we sought ati wons von the port la Is near the bells I 1 hear the people ar are exulting white follow eyes the keel the vessel grim and daring k dul but Q heart 0 thi the bleeding drops of red whereon whore on the decle my captain lies t vallen sallen ald and dead 4 I 1 0 captain Captai nl my captain rise up and hear bear we the belisl rise up for you the flag is flung for you the th bugle trills brills 4 for you bouquets and rib boned wreaths f tor or you the shores a crowding for you they call cal the swaying mass their enger eger faces turning here captain dear eatherl this arm beneath your beada it la Is some dream that on the deck youve fal fallen len cold and deada 1 I sly my captain does not answer lit hla 1 3 1 lips are pa pale ie and still belll my afy father does not feel ray my arm lie he has haa nor pulse nor will the ship Is anchored safe and sound its lt voyage closed and done from fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object wont exult 0 shores and ring 0 belesi put but I 1 with mournful tread walk wu lk the deck my captain lies fallen cold and dead wait walt whitman and ul although thOugh history records that abraham lincoln died on april 15 1805 lie lives in the hearts of his countrymen as THE FIRST AMERICAN such was he be our martyr chief whom late thi the nation he had led with ashes on her head wept with the passion of an angry grief forgive mo me if from present things I 1 turn to speak what in my heart will beat and burn and hang my wreath on hla his world honored urn nature they say doth dote and cannot make a man save on some worn out plan nep repeating eating us by rote I 1 for him her old world molds aside she threw and choosing sweet clay from tho the breast ot of the unexhausted west went with stuff stud untainted shaped EL a hero new wise steadfast in the st length of god and true how beautiful to see i once more a shepherd of mankind indeed who loved his charge but never loved to lead one whose meek lock flock the people joyed to be not lured by any cheat of birth but by his clear grained human worth anil and brave old wisdom of sincerity erity they knew that outward grace Is dust they illey could linte choose but trust in that sure footed minds unfaltering altering skill and supple tempered will that bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust ills was no lonely mountain peak of and thrusting to thin ghitl air oer our cloudy bars A sea anark now now lost in vapors blind broad prairie rather genial level lined fruitful and friendly for all humin human kind yet also nigh to heaven and loved loved of coolest loftiest loft iest star atara nothing of europe europ here or then of frontena front fronti lna rg ere a any names of serf and peer could natures equal scheme deface y here was a type of the true elder race A and nd oneff men talked with us faco face to face tee I 1 praise him not it were too k late and some ROVIS weakness there must be inyim who condescends to victory such as thib iha present gives elves and cannot wall wait y j safo safe in himself in as a fate in i n so always firmly he be f ile he knew to bide Ms his time r j and can his fame abide aw still in hla his simple falth faith sublime y 5 TIN till thet the years decide great cApt captains alris with their guns euna and drums disturb our juda ment tor for the hour out dut st at test mat offense offence cornea comes these all are gone and standing like a tower towar i our children shall behold hla his fame 1 the kindly earm earnest et brave foreseeing nian man SAga sagacious clous patient dreading praise not bl blame ame new naw birth ot of our new soil the tha farat jam iu gaell atell j 1 t aw |