The Contest Is Not Over,

Without Doing Injustice To The Living, It May Safely Be Asserted That Our Loss Is Irreparable; And That Among The Shining Hosts Of The Great And Good Who Now Cluster Around The Banner Of The Country, There Exists No Purer Spirit, No More Heroic Soul, Than That Of The Illustrious Man Whose Death I Join You In Lamenting.

Our Government Is An Agency Of Delegated And Strictly Limited Powers. Its Founders Did Not Look To Its Preservation By Force; But The Chain They Wove To Bind These States Together Was One Of Love And Mutual Good Offices.

To One Who Loves His Country In All Its Parts, It Is Natural To Rejoice In Whatever Contributes To The Prosperity And Honor And Marks The Stability And Progress Of Any Portion Of Its People.

It Is A Duty We Owe To Posterity To See That Our Children Shall Know The Virtues, And Rise Worthy Of Their Sires.

Truth Crushed To Earth Is Truth Still And Like A Seed Will Rise Again.