Resolved, That in the assassination of our beloved President, the late Abraham Lincoln, we see the last dying relic of a fell spirit which, subdued on the battle field, seeks to gain its end by means at which the spirit of the age must shudder. And yet in the universal execration with which the deed has been received, we recognize the impulse of a virtuous manhood which time cannot lessen, nor barbarism destroy. Resolved, That in the spread of free institutions, and in the increase of societies such as ours, we shall find the surest guaranties of peace, order and happiness, amid which, society, created anew, shall never more know a parricidal deed. Then shall this tragic blot upon America's fair fame be succeeded by unending years of tranquility, till the present generation passes from the stage of action, and the oblivion of the future swallows the very names of the assassins of to-day. FRIDAY, APRIL 28TH, 1865. DECLINE OF AMUSEMENTS. BY F. B. HUBBELL. Since the death of the President, public amusements have been at a discount. In New York the theatres have reopened, but the audiences have been very slim. Traveling bands of minstrels, concert people, etc., etc., say they never experienced such a lack of patronage, and it seems impossible for them to reëstablish their old-time magnetism with the great public. In this city-not by any means backward, usually, in patronizing amusements - the halls heretofore nightly filled and often crowded, are well nigh deserted, no matter what the attraction. This is to be taken as an evidence of the real soberness of the public mind at the present juncture. Men and women feel the country is under a deep cloud. The future is dark and uncertain. In place of craving diversion, there is a proneness to reflection, quiet consultation with friends, and even absolute seclusion. We shall doubtless soon recover from all this. Our people are so volatile and recuperative, it would be strange if we did not-unless indeed fresh sources of sorrow are opened. These, if not really anticipated, are more or less apprehended. There has been a great deal of ostentation, a great deal of affected grief, over the national calamity; but it is doubtless true that the event, more than any other known to our national history, has caused deep, heartfelt and abiding sorrow, and it is a sorrow which as yet refuses to be comforted.-Troy Daily Press. SATURDAY, APRIL 29TH, 1865. PROCLAMATION BY THE President. Whereas, By my proclamation of the twenty-fifth inst., Thursday, the twenty-fifth day of the next month, was recommended as a day for special humiliation and prayer, in consequence of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, late President of the United States; but Whereas, My attention has been called to the fact that the day aforesaid is sacred to a large number of Christians as one of rejoicing; Now, therefore, be it known that I, Andrew Johnson, President of the United States, do hereby suggest that the religious services recommended as aforesaid, should be postponed until Thursday, the first day of June next. In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand, and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed. Done at the City of Washington, this twenty-ninth day of April, A. D. 1865, and of the Inde[L. S.] pendence of the United States of America the eighty-ninth. Correspondents are asking us how soon it would be proper to remove the mourning emblems from the streets. When we recollect how deep and heartfelt has been the sorrow, and how profuse its outward expression, we think its effect would rather be lessened by continuing these manifestations for any longer period. Abraham Lincoln has been mourned as few men were ever before thus honored in the history of the world. Mammon has forgotten the pursuit of wealth, and pleasure has assumed a sober mein. Men who opposed him while living have become the champions of his memory when dead. Not only have the good elements of society done him honor, but even the volatile and the rougher portions have seemed to appreciate the magnitude of the tragedy. But one of the chief teachings of the terrible event is the lesson that the life of the American republic does not depend upon the existence of any one leader. We lament him, but the next in order takes his place, and even he is but the representative man temporarily placed at the helm of state. So while we mourn Abraham Lincoln, dead, we must recollect that the President can never die. At the commencement of the third week since the great tragedy, no one can accuse any community of a lack of feeling, if the streets resume their ordinary appearance; and it has been well suggested that such of the mourning cloth as can be made available, be given to the poor.- Troy Daily Times, May 1st. A DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. BY JOSIAH L. YOUNG. Rest, thy noble work is done: Sleep among the hallowed dead : Distant far from mortal rage, No more sorrow, no more pain, Costly tears are shed for thee, Envy dareth not to rave, Millions bend above thy grave, Weep, oh sobbing nation, weep! Cradled in the golden West, He is thine, thy chosen son, Naught can rob thee of his fame, Naught can dim his deathless name, Evermore. Down the ages it will glow Paling those of every clime, Evermore. None, through all the peopled past, No such sepulchre as thine, |