tially the same as all other selfishness. Every rebel against God is lifting his hand against the Government of the universe, as did John Wilkes Booth against the President of the United States. The horror we feel to-day at that crime is but a reflection of the horror which angels feel at the assaults we are making upon God's Government. And let us remember we are dealing with one who never confounds mercy and justice, and "will by no means clear the guilty." Wednesday, April nineteenth, the day of the funeral, was one of general mourning throughout the land. The services at the White House, held in the East Room, were simple and impressive, and attended by a large concourse of the dignitaries in the Capital, Foreign Ministers, Judges, Congressmen and Citizens. The remains of the President were then conveyed to the Capitol and placed in the rotunda, beneath the statue of Liberty, and guarded by sad and weeping soldiers. In Norwich the bells were tolled during the day, guns fired every half-hour, while the National colors were displayed at half-mast, and trimmed with black. Business was suspended, while in the windows and doorways of almost every building were the trappings of woe to be seen. Tasteful devices, expressive of the popular sorrow, lent variety and impressiveness to the city's unaffected grief. In many of the churches public religious services were held, attended by large and serious congregations. His Honor, Mayor Greene, issued through the morning papers the following deep feeling appeal to the citizens of Norwich: "FELLOW CITIZENS: To-day the Nation stands with sad heart and uncovered head around the grave of one it dearly loved. To-day noon, our beloved friend and President is buried. His death is the most dastardly murder that ever occurred in the tide of time. Let all places of business be closed from eleven a. M. to three o'clock P. M. Let every one attend his respective place of worship, and participate in the solemn duties of the hour, and while bowing submissive to the hand of God, let every one swear in his heart, eternal, undying hate of slavery, — the damned institution that has sowed the South with treason, has drenched our land with blood, - has maimed and crippled thousands of heroes, has extinguished the light of joy in thousands of hearts, and has now consummated its wickedness by murdering one of the noblest, wisest, and best of men, ABRAHAM LINCOLN, our cherished Friend and President. "JAS. LLOYD GREENE, Mayor." The funeral procession which on Friday, the twenty-first, started from the Executive Mansion, was one never before paralleled. Moving solemnly through city and country, the cortege swelling in numbers, held on its sorrow-traced course, till the martyred dead was borne back to a quiet. resting-place amid the scenes and friends of earlier days. Halting in the great cities, the grief-smitten citizens crowded round the bier, and looked for the last time on the sad weary face of him who had held and guarded the people's imperial trust. "So he grew up, a destined work to do, And lived to do it; four long suffering years "The taunts to tributes, the abuse to praise, And took both with the same unwavering mood, Till as he came on light, from darkling days, And seemed to touch the goal from where he stood." The funeral train reached the Capital of Illinois, May third, and the body was placed under the rotunda of the Court House. The latter was decorated with flowers. Over its north door was the motto, "The altar of freedom has borne no nobler sacrifice;" over the south door, "Illinois clasps to her bosom her slain, but glorified son." The last words of the funeral oration, by Bishop Simpson, were as follows: Mothers "Chieftain! farewell! The Nation mourns thee. shall teach thy name to their lisping children. The youth of our land shall emulate thy virtues. Statesmen shall study thy record and learn lessons of wisdom. Mute though thy lips be, yet they still speak. Hushed is thy voice, but its echoes of liberty are ringing through the world, and the sons of bondage listen to it with joy. Prisoned thou art in death, and yet thou art marching abroad, and chains and manacles are bursting at thy touch. Thou didst fall not for thyself. The assassin had no hate for thee. Our hearts were aimed at, our National life was sought. We crown thee as our martyr, and humanity enthrones thee as her triumphant son. Hero, martyr, friend, farewell!" Thus with joy shaded down with profoundest sorrow, the Nation accepted its costly, but sacred triumph, rejoicing over the rebellion crushed; sorrowing over the grave of him who consecrated himself to so grand a work, and sealed it when finished, with his own life's blood. XV. MISCELLANEOUS. TOWN ACTION. COST OF THE WAR. THE amount of indebtedness of the town of Norwich September 1, 1861, was one hundred and seven thousand three hundred and seventy dollars ($107,370). On the first of September, 1865, the debt had risen to one hundred and eighty thousand three hundred and three dollars ($180,303), showing an increase in the four years of seventy-two thousand nine hundred and thirty-three dollars ($72,933). During the war the town disbursed for directly war purposes one hundred and sixty-four thousand one hundred and seventy-eight dollars and sixty-eight cents ($164,178.68), and at its close its distinctive war debt was in the form of loans amounting to eighty four thousand and ninety-six dollars ($84,096.00). The town action in the frequent meetings held during the progress of our civil conflict, to devise means for promoting enlistments and filling up the quotas, under the various calls of the President for volunteers, was remarkably unanimous. Very little, if any, opposition was made to the liberal appropriations voted for war purposes. There was not only great unanimity of spirit, but the utmost energy and promptitude of action, so that the town was kept in advance of the calls made upon it for men. Its contributions to the national armies were of its most worthy and promising citizens, and nobly did the latter maintain the |