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were unlike, also, in the ideas which they served, except so far as each was the servant of his country. The war conducted by Washington was unlike the war conducted by Lincoln as the peace which crowned the arms of 5 the one was unlike the peace which began to smile upon the other. The two wars did not differ in the scale of operations, and in the tramp of mustered hosts, more than in the ideas involved. The first was for national independence; the second was to make the re10 public one and indivisible, on the indestructible foundations of liberty and equality. In the relation of cause and effect the first was the natural precursor and herald of the second. By the sword of Washington independence was secured; but the unity of the republic and 15 the principles of the Declaration were left exposed to question. From that day to this, through various chances, they have been questioned, and openly assailed — until at last the republic was constrained to take up arms in their defence.
Such are these two great wars in which these two chiefs bore such part. Washington fought for national independence, and triumphed, making his country an example to mankind. Lincoln drew a reluctant sword to save those great ideas, essential to the life and character of the 25 republic, which unhappily the sword of Washington had failed to put beyond the reach of assault.
It was by no accident that these two great men became the representatives of their country at these two different epochs, so alike in peril, and yet so unlike in the princi30 ples involved. Washington was the natural representative of national independence. He might also have represented national unity had this principle been challenged to bloody battle during his life; for nothing was nearer his heart than the consolidation of our Union, which, in his letter to Con35 gress transmitting the Constitution, he declared to be “the greatest interest of every true American." But another
person was needed, of different birth and simpler life, to represent the ideas which in our day have been assailed.
Washington, always strictly just, according to prevailing principles, and ordering at his death the emancipation of 5 his slaves, was a general and a statesman rather than a philanthropist. His origin—his early life — his opportunities his condition — his character, were all in contrast with the origin, the early life, the opportunities, the condition, and the character of him whom we commem10 orate to-day.
Mourn not the dead, but rejoice in his life and example. Rejoice as you point to this child of the people, who was lifted so high that republican institutions became manifest in him! Rejoice that through him Emancipation was 15 proclaimed! Above all, see to it that his constant vows are fulfilled, and that the promises of the Fathers are maintained, so that no person in the upright form of man can be shut out from their protection. Then will the unity of the republic be fixed on a foundation that can20 not fail, and other nations will enjoy its security.
The corner-stone of National Independence is already in its place, and on it is inscribed the name of George Washington. There is another stone which must have its place at the corner also. This is the Declaration of Indepen25 dence with all its promises fulfilled. On this stone we
will gratefully inscribe the name of ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
[The following extract is from a speech delivered by Mr. Winthrop at a meeting of the citizens of Boston, in honor of Mr. Everett, held in Faneuil Hall, January 18, 1865.
Plato, a celebrated Greek philosopher, was born at Athens in the year 430 B. C. A story is related of him that a swarm of bees settled upon his lips while
was sleeping in the cradle. But this is only a poetical way of stating that his style is remarkable for grace and sweetness.
St. John Chrys'ostom, the most renowned of the Greek fathers, was a native of Antioch, and flourished in the fourth century. The word Chrys'ostom, which is compounded of two Greek words, and means the golden-mouthed, was applied to him because of his eloquence as a preacher.]
THE event which has called us together has occurred too suddenly, too unexpectedly, for any of us to be quite prepared either for attempting or for hearing any formal account of our departed friend's career, or any cold analysis 5 of his public or private character. There must be time for us to recover from the first shock of so overwhelming a loss before his eulogy can be fitly undertaken or calmly listened to. His honored remains are still awaiting those funeral rites in which our whole community will so eagerly 10 and so feelingly unite to-morrow.
The very air we are breathing at this moment is still vocal and vibrating with his last public appeal. It seems but an instant since he was with us on this platform, pleading the cause of humanity and Christian benevolence in as 15 noble strains as ever fell from human lips. And no one, I think, who had the privilege of hearing that appeal, can fail to remember a passage, which did not find its way into any of the printed reports, but which made a deep impression on my own heart, as I stood on yonder floor a delighted 20 listener to one whom I could never hear too often. It was
the passage in which, in terms quite unusual for him, and which seemed as if the shadow of coming events were passing over his mind, he spoke of himself as an old man who had nothing but his lips left for contributing to the public 25 good."
Nothing but his lips left! Ah, my friends, what lips those were! If ever, since the days of the infant Plato, of whom the story is told, - if ever, since that age of cunning fable and of deep philosophy with which he was so 30 familiar, the Attic bees have lighted upon any human lips,
and left their persuasive honey there without a particle of
their sting, it must have been on those of our lamented friend. What lips they were! And what have they not accomplished since they were first opened in mature, articulate speech! What worthy topic have they not 6 illustrated! What good and noble cause have they not advocated and adorned! On what occasion of honor te the living or to the dead, at what commemoratiou of the glorious past, in what exigency of the momentous present, have those lips ever been mute? From what 10 call of duty or of friendship, of charity or of patriotism, have they ever been withheld?
Turn to those three noble volumes of his works, and follow him in that splendid series of Orations which they contain, from the earliest at Cambridge, in which he 15 pronounced that thrilling welcome to Lafayette a little more than forty years ago, down to that on the 4th of July, 1858, which he concluded by saying, that in the course of nature he should go to his grave before long, and he wished no other epitaph to be placed upon it than 20 this "Through evil report and through good report he loved his whole country."
Follow him in his whole career as unfolded in those noble volumes, the best manual of American eloquence,
and then take up the record of those other Orations and 25 Addresses which are still to be included in his collected works, the record of the last few years, as it is impressed upon the minds and hearts of every patriot in our land, with all its grand appeals for Mount Vernon and the memory of Washington, for the sufferers of East Tennessee, 30 for the preservation of the Union, for the defence of the country against rebellion and treason, for the support of the national administration agreeably to his own honest convictions of duty.
Follow him along the radiant pathway of that whole 35 career, illuminated as it is from his earliest manhood to the last week of his life by the sparkling productions of
his own genius, and then tell me, you of education or literature, what cause of art or industry, what cause of science or history, what cause of religion or charity, what cause of philanthropy or patriotism, has 5 not been a debtor—a debtor beyond the power of payment, and now, alas! beyond the power of acknowledgment to his voice or to his pen Who has ever more fairly won the title of "the.golden-mouthed," since the sainţed Chrysostom of old, than he who, by the music of his voice 10 and the magic of his tongue, has so often coined his thoughts into cagles, and turned his words into ingots, at one moment for the redemption of the consecrated home and grave of the Father of his Country, and at another for the relief of an oppressed and suffering people?
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