By the Lieutenant Governor.
To the People of Illinois:
Abraham Lincoln has fallen by the hand of the assassin. He upon whom the nation has relied through all the dark hours of the rebellion – the exalted patriot, the wise, the vigilant, the incorruptible statesman has been stricken down, while joy filled every heart that the Constitution and the laws had been triumphantly maintained. In the hour of victory, Illinois mourns the loss of her noblest son, and the nation weeps that her second Washington is no more. The slaveholders’ most accursed rebellion has gone to its doom, while perpetrating the most infamous crime in the history of the world.
It becomes us, therefore, to bow before Almighty God, humbly to confess and to repent of the sins which have brought this great calamity upon us; to implore him to look in mercy upon the nation, and to bring us out of all our troubles; that he will give strength and wisdom to him who is now the Executive, and to all who are in authority; – that He will give entire success to our arms, and that He will speedily restore to the nation the blessings of unity and peace.
Therefore, in the absence of His Excellency, Governor Oglesby, I, William Bross, Lieutenant Governor of Illinois, do issue this my proclamation, and request the people of the State, either on to-morrow, or upon the Sabbath next succeeding thereto, to engage in such special religious services as they shall deem appropriate; and specially that they devoutly implore Almighty God to have mercy upon us; that He will restrain the “wrath of man, and cause the remainder of wrath to praise Him.”
Done at the City of Chicago, this 15th day of April, in the year of our Lord One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty-five.
Lieut. Governor of Illinois.
“President Lincoln was assassinated last night, and died early this morning.” – Such was the dreadful intelligence sent over the wires on Saturday morning last. Lincoln is no more! Struck down by the hand of an assassin! – Thus has fallen another, and the greatest martyr to civil and religious liberty. It is almost impossible to believe it. The chief magistrate of the nation, a man whose only fault, if fault it can be called, was that he was too lenient to rebels in arms. He wished to win them back by love, but their hearts were too hardened, and they would not accept of any terms.
But twelve days before the news was flashed over the wires that Richmond was ours, and seven days after Lee and his whole army had surrendered, and universal joy pervaded the whole people; joy that the end was near; flags were hung out, and smiles were upon the countenances of all. – Five days after those same flags which were raised so triumphantly in victory were run up at half mast, shrouded in mourning, and the faces that were so joyous a few days before were bathed in tears, and the head bowed in grief. A nation mourns! No news ever before cast such a gloom over the whole people, nor ever will again. No man that ever lived had become so much the idol of he people. God grant that we may never experience such affliction again. Sketches of His Excellency, and also of the new President will be found in another column.
Letter from Louisville.
Louisville, April 8, 1865.
Dear Journal: – We are now enjoying fine Spring weather. The peach trees are in full bloom, and the grass is as verdant as a bashful country boy. The prospect for crops and fruit was never better in this region. As a consequence, the people are taking heart, and business seems once more reviving. The tight gripe which Uncle Sam has held on the string of trade is being somewhat relaxed, and there is a hope that Kentucky will soon again begin to resemble her sister trans-Ohio States.
Although Louisville is a city filled with wealth, it is cursed with slavery, and, as a consequence, the volcanic upheaval which is affecting the whole South is felt here. The people affect to think their slaves worthless, but when they enlist and are no longer chattels, the owners manifest considerable uneasiness, and belie their professions of indifference before indulged in. Late investigations, made under the order of Gen. Palmer, developed the fact that some of the chivalry have been in the habit of having their slaves imprisoned in a city slave-pen, some heavily ironed, worked hard, and in some cases beaten, and for what, do you think? Why, because they would not enlist as substitutes for their unwilling and chivalrous masters. Gen. P. at once issued an order suppressing these vile pens and releasing the wretched inmates.
A good many colored women and children are being freed here under the late act of Congress declaring that the enlistment of a negro man freed his wife and children. Our secesh friends (?) here are much chagrined at this, as they think it hard enough to lose the services of the able-bodied men. But the car of destiny moves on and as they sowed the wind in encouraging rebellion, they are now reaping the whirlwind in losing their property (?)
The knights of the road yclept guerillas are coming to grief muchly. You copied the account of the hanging of the notorious “Sue Mundy” into your paper, which took place here about three weeks ago. Yesterday, two men (Enoch Downs and John Hedges) had the elasticity of their throttles tried and their feet failed to reach the ground. Next Friday, four will test the penetrability of lead, and so we go. These results are due to the energy of Gen. Palmer, who is a Sucker, and a glorious good fellow. He thinks himself not above any one, and is fast endearing himself to Union men, and adding executive laurels to those already won in the field and Congressional halls.
Louisville is a very old-fashioned city, and not very progressive, though quite substantial. More taste is displayed in building residences than business houses, which is the reverse of what we generally see in cities. On many of the street corners are old-fashioned solid eight-cornered wood pumps, which a long handle, and an iron ladle chained to the spout. It is quite refreshing to see the weary pedestrians stop and slake their thirst with these ancient concerns, which bring up good, pure water from deep wells.
We “tuck” Richmond on Wednesday night last, and a glorious time we had for our jollification. The night was dark, and rain descended in very gentle showers. The darkness made the glorious illumination more distinct, and the rain insured us against setting houses on fire with our blazing and banging fireworks.
I see that you, in common with many cotemporaries, published a certain expose of the so-called “spiritual manifestations” of the Davenport Brothers, from an English paper. I am sure your sense of right will allow me to publish a few words in their favor, as a matter of justice. The English paper states that the boys refused to be tied by committee, etc. Allow me to say that I acted on a committee about two years ago in a large public hall in the city of Cincinnati, to investigate the manifestations of these young men. Every facility was given for a free examination, and we could discover no evidence of collusion or fraud; and moreover, the young men not only suffered themselves to be tied before they went into their cabinet or cupboard, but they also came out perfectly free after being thoroughly tied in almost Gordian knots. They went in unbound taking the ropes with them, and when the doors were opened they were found to be more securely tied than when bound by the committee. I am not a believer in spiritualism, but I confess that these young men perform some remarkable feats, and am satisfied that great injustice has been done them in England.
We have had two circuses in our city already this Spring, each performing six days, under a tent. They were Howe’s circus and Lent’s Equescurriculum. In my juvenile days I thought it beyond belief when told that some of these saw-dust artist received a salary of $200 or $300 per month! But what was this compared to the pay of one now here? Mr. James Robinson, the acknowledged champion of the ring receives from L. B. Lent the snug sum of $600 per week; for the season, rain or shine.
Incidents Connected with the Assassination.
President Lincoln was shot on the evening of the 14th inst., while at the theatre in Washington City. The assassin is J. Wilkes Booth, an actor of some note in this country. A reward amounting to $30,000 is offered for his arrest.
The funeral of the late President took place in Washington last Wednesday. Particulars not received. The remains were to start yesterday, 20th, for Illinois, by the way of Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York, Buffalo, Cleveland and Toledo.
Sec’y Seward and his son Frederick are recovering. The attendants are also improving.
The Herald’s Washington special says: “It is reported that the assassin who entered Mr. Seward’s house has been arrested. It is certain one of the assassins – probably Surratt – has been arrested. Samuel Mattam, of Hookstown, Md., the one who wrote the letter found in Booth’s trunk, signed ‘Sam,’ has been arrested.
The World’s Richmond dispatch says: “Saturday evening, about nine o’cloc, General Ord and Generals Ould and Mumford, rebel and Union Commissioners of Exchange, were sitting in J. W. Forney’s room, at the Spotswood Hotel, when a telegraph message was handed in announcing the President’s assassination. Ould exclaimed, ‘That is the worst blow the Confederacy has yet had!’”
The horrible assassination at Washington has startled the nation as nothing has ever before startled it. It is the first instance in our history of one of our rulers being murdered, and the news has created a feeling throughout the land more intense and profound, and more indignant than it is possible to describe. It shows the diabolical spirit of the rebellion in its true light, and we doubt if there be a man who has had birth on free soil to be found in the North to-day who does not shudder with horror, and denounce in unmeasured terms the fiendishness of a cause which, to its starving prisoners of war has added this last great crime, the assassination of of the President of the United States by one of its hirelings.
Baltimore April 18. – A gentleman who was at Point Lookout yesterday morning, was informed by an officer of one of our gunboats, that Booth and the other conspirators, about thirty in number, were in St. Mary’s county, Maryland, heavily armed, and endeavoring to make their way across the Potomac, which was strongly picketed, and no one allowed to pass. He also stated that on Sunday evening a small squad of our cavalry had a collision with them and had been repulsed, but succeeded in capturing one of them. In the meantime our cavalry were reinforced yesterday morning, and were understood to have them completely surrounded, and their escape was deemed impossible.
Assassination of President Lincoln.
Washington, April 15, 1865.
Abraham Lincoln died this a. m. at 22 minutes past 7 o’clock.
E. M. Stanton.
Chicago, April 15, 1865.
President Lincoln was shot through the head last night at Ford’s theatre, and died this A. M. The assassin is supposed to be J. Wilkes Booth, the actor. About the same time a desperado called at Secretary Seward’s, pretending to be a messenger from his physician. Being refused admittance he attacked Fred. Seward, son of the Secretary, knocking him down, then passing passing on to the Secretary’s room, when after cutting down two male attendants, he cut Mr. Seward’s throat. The wound was not at last accounts considered fatal.
Letters found in Booth’s trunk show that this assassination was contemplated before the 4th of March, but fell through from some cause. The wildest excitement prevails at Washington about the President’s house. The residences of the different Secretaries are closely guarded.
Later. – Sec’y Seward remains without change. Fred Seward’s skull is fractured in two places besides severe cuts on the head. The attendants are still alive but hopeless. Maj. Seward’s wounds are not dangerous. It is ascertained certainly that two assassins were engaged in the horrible crime.
Wilkes Boothe being the one that shot the President. The names of his companions are not known, but their descriptives are given.
Papers found in Boothe’s trunk show that the murder was planned before the 4th of March, but fell through then because the accomplice backed out until Richmond could be heard from – Boothe and his accomplices leaving.
Boothe and his accomplices were at the livery stable at 6 o’clock last evening and left there, with three horses, about 10 o’clock, or shortly before that hour. It would seem that they had been running their chances. But the reason it was not carried into effect before last night, is not known. One of them has evidently made his way to Baltimore; the other has not been traced.
E. M. Stanton.
The Murderer of the President.
J. Wilkes Booth, the murderer of President Lincoln, is the son of the renowned tragedian Junian Brutus Booth, who was born at London, England, May 1, 1796. The father came to the United States in 1821, and made his first appearance at Petersburg, Va., and at New York the succeeding year. During the latter part of his life he resided at Baltimore, and died while on his way from New Orleans to Cincinnati, December, 1852. He left four sons, Junius Brutus, Edwin, J. Wilkes and Joseph. The first three were educated to the stage, and entered upon the profession, succeeding to a wonderful degree. Joseph was educated as a doctor, and subsequently entered the Confederate navy.
J. Wilkes Booth was born in Baltimore, and is now about twenty-eight years of age. Our dispatches describe his personal appearance very accurately. He is about five feet eight inches high, of spare build but well-formed. His face is pale and thin, eyes and hair black, and his moustache very heavy. His mien is very haughty, and his general appearance is of that character which would impress the most casual paser-by. At the outbreak of the rebellion he was following his profession in Richmond, and entered heart and soul into the great conspiracy against the Government. He accepted as truth the constant assertions of Jeff. Davis that Mr. Lincoln was a tyrant, and its sequence that resistance to tyrants is the will of God. He studiously educated himself into this belief and made it the object of his life to compass the assassination of the President.
He is the embodied result of the teachings of Jeff. Davis and his followers. Where others had not the courage to follow, he followed these teachings out to their bloody end. The accursed institution of slavery with all its concomitants found in him its representative and tool. His is not an isolated case. There were hundreds and thousands of men in the Southern States who possessed his principles, who hated liberty as thoroughly as he, who would have perpetrated the same crimes had they had the same nerve as he. He has shown us the rebellion in all its enormity, slavery in all its hideous shapes, and has impressed upon the American people a more deeply seated loathing and hatred for the leaders of this rebellion and the accursed institution which has goaded them on.
There is proof positive that the terrible deed he has committed was the culmination of a plan he has cherished ever since the outbreak of the war. – A year and a half ago, when he was playing his last engagement at McVicker’s Theater, in this city, he plainly intimated his desire to be instrumental in ridding the country of “the tryant;” but the desire was attributed to his passionate nature and his love of notoriety, rather than to any belief that he really intended to perpetrate his awful designs.
Like his father, he was at times grossly addicted to the immoderate use of intoxicating liquors. But in this failing he was the creature of his surroundings. While in this city, where he has played several engagements, he was temperate, but in St. Louis, Louisville and other Southern cities, he fell in with his Southern friends, and plunged into a wild and reckless course of dissipation. His passions were intense, and he exercised little restraint over them, allowing them sometimes to hurry him almost to the very verge of madness and the most reckless desperation. These traits to a limited extent were manifest in his action upon the stage. – His characters were invariably those in which were delineated the most powerful and concentrated passions, and these qualities were brought out and developed with a nervous expression, wonderful subtlety and close similarity, which at once would convince the student of passion were the representations of his own character, that only a man possessing the worst passions could so closely represent them. Study alone could never familiarize him so intimately with the delineations of crime. It was in him. It was a part of his being, and in portraying Richard, Iago and Shylock, he was portraying himself.
That he was the perpetrator of this dreadful crime there can scarcely be a doubt. His character, his secession principles, his oft-avowed intentions to perpetrate it, the letters found in his trunk, his identification by actors who knew him well and intimately, and the thorough acquaintance with the intricate passages of the stage all point to him with unerring certainty. There can no palliation, no mitigation of the terrible deed. It was unpremeditated, cold blooded, devilish, without the shadow of excuse, and per perpetrated without the incentive of offense. History, ancient or modern, whether in the days of Cesar or in the days of Borgia, furnishes no parallel to his bloody deed. He has damned himself to eternal infamy, and will live in history linked with “the fool who fired the Ephesian fane,” a name to shuddered at, to be mentioned only with horror. His death will be no compensation for our loss, but will carry with it one consolation – that the world has one less monster.
In this city, on the 7th inst., by Rev. J. O. Metcalf, Mr. John Dunkle and Miss H. J. Hummer, both of Macomb.
On March 29, by Rev. J. J. Nesbitt, Capt. George W. Reid to Miss Elizabeth Hunter, daughter of William Hunter, both of Chalmers township.
The captain, after having served his country bravely and honorable for three years, and having never entertained the remotest idea of surrendering to the “Johnnies” came home and surrendered to Lizzie. Dimity is irresistable. Captain, you did just right; we would do the same had we the same good chance. We wish you and your lovely wife long life, much happiness and social enjoyment in your new relations.
John S. Forrest, son of Elder Wm. Forrest, was killed in battle, on the 1st day of Sept. last, near Atlanta, Ga.
We make the following extract from a somewhat lengthy notice of his death in the Christian Times, written by Rev. J. O. Metcalf, of this city:
“He was born on the 30th of November, 1843, in McMinn County, Tenn.; emigrated to Illinois in 1853; was baptized upon the profession of his faith in 1855 and enlisted in the U. S. army in August, 1862. The youngest child of his parents, he was a son on whom his mother’s affection gazed with peculiar satisfaction. His good sense, humble piety, and fervid patriotism, endeared him to the family, the church and to his companions in arms. Fatigue and privations, without number, on the march from Nashville to Atlanta, were borne without a murmur by this noble by this noble soldier-boy. Enfeebled by sickness, worn by hard fighting, drenched in nearly four months’ incessant rain, sleeping in mud and water, sometimes under a wagon or some friendly tree; and seldom in a tent, few, besides his mother, can realize what it cost him to be a soldier in the army of the Cumberland, in the campaigns of ’62 and ’64.’
In this city, on Friday, Aprul 14th, 1865, of spotted fever, Charles, son of Jas. F. and Martha Wadham, aged 8 years 3 months and 15 days.
This makes the second child that Mr. and Mrs. Wadham have lost within a few weeks by the spotted fever, and both times Mr. Wadham was away from home. The afflicted parents have the sympathy of the community in their bereavement.
At his residence, in Prairie City, on Friday, 14th inst., of consumptio0n, Rev. A. D. McCool, formerly Pastor of the Methodist Church in this city.
His body was taken to Galesburg, and buried with Masonic honors. He leaves a stricken wife and two little boys to mourn his loss. He was a good man, an able minister, and in all the walks of life gave proof of the power of christianity to elevate and ennoble. He died in confidence of blissful immorality.
DEATH OF LINCOLN.
How the News was Received in Macomb.
Saturday morning, the 15th, the news received in this city that President Lincoln was dead – fallen by the hand of an assassin – and that Sec’y Seward had his throat cut. The business houses, by general consent, were closed, and draped in mourning, flags were hung at half mast, the bells were tolled, and universal gloom pervaded all. Old men shed tears, others bowed their head in grief and vowed a solemn vow that those who were connected with this deed, the leaders of the rebellion and their associates should never go unpunished. All day long they gathered in groups and discussed the terrible news. On Lord’s day all the churches were draped in mourning and sermons appropriate to the occasion were delivered by the respective pastors. On Sunday afternoon the different denominations met in the Methodist church where prayer was offered to the Ruler of the Universe that He would strengthen the people in their great affliction, and eulogiums on the worth of the lamented President were delivered by Revs. Leavenworth, Metcalf, Hunter and Rhea.
On Wednesday, agreeably to the request of the Mayor, the business houses were all closed from half past eleven till two P. M., and draped in mourning, and appropriate services were held in the Presbyterian and Christian churches – Revs. Rhea, Metcalf and Nesbitt officiating in the former, and Elder J. C. Reynolds and Rev. I. M. Westfall in the latter.
An Afflicted Family.
There is a family living in this city, near the residence of Thompson Chandler, Esq., by the name of Comstock, who have lately been sadly afflicted. – They are from Nebraska, where they were burnt out and driven off by the Indians. They arrived in this city in nearly a destitute condition, and since here they have lost two of the family by the spotted fever – one son, and a sister of Mrs. Comstock. From what we can learn, the family are in very needy circumstances, and are worthy objects of charity. Will not some of our benevolent citizens attend to this matter.
THE FAIR GROUNDS.
The fence formerly enclosing he Fair Grounds, has fallen to the ground, and in view of action necessary to be taken in consequence, there will be a meeting held in the office of Judge Chandler, in the city Macomb, on Saturday, the 6th day of May next, at two o’clock, P. M., for the purpose of deciding whether the Society will again put the fences and grounds in repair or offer the property for sale. I hope that all interested will see the necessity of attending this meeting, as upon it hangs the life of the Society.
Jos. Burton, President.
Served him Right.
The other day an infamous scoundrel in Bushnell, in this county, got to rejoicing over the death of President Lincoln. The circumstance was reported to Mr. J. D. Hail, proprietor of the Hail House, in that town, who immediately went in pursuit of the man and met him coming into the house. – Hail immediately knocked him down and pommelled him severely. The fellow eventually escaped with a badly mutilated countenance, but not before one or two shots were fired at him, with what effect we have not learned. It is reported that the man has since died at his home in Warren county.
All honor to Mr. Hail for his prompt punishment of the scoundrel.
Macomb, Ill., April 17th, 1865.
At a meeting of the different Churches in this city held on Sabbath, 16th inst., in the Methodist Church, the following Resolutions were adopted, in view of the sad calamity that has befallen our nation:
Resolved, That we tender to the family of our late beloved President, Abraham Lincoln, our earnest sympathies and prayers that God may sanctify this severe dispensation to their good and to the good of the nation.
Resolved, That we, as Christians, will be fervent in our prayers to Almighty God for Andrew Johnson, on whom now rests the solemn responsibilities of President of these United States.
New House that Jack Built.
A new and racy book just issued by Beadle & Co., and for sale at Clarke’s Bookstore, which we would advise all to buy.
The Telegraphic Imbroglio.
We have received a copy of a set of resolutions passed at an informal meeting of our citizens in front of the post office, in this city, in relation to some alleged misusage received at the hands of the telegraph company. After mature deliberation we respectfully decline publishing them, for several reasons. First, it would be unjust and unfair to Mr. Brown, the station agent, and to his son, the telegraph operator. Second, there is, in our opinion, no real misusage of which to complain.
As to our first reason, we know that Mr. Brown and his son did all that men could to obtain all the passing dispatches, and did obtain all that were sent. It is true that the resolutions exonerate Mr. Brown and his son from all blame, but by implication intimate that gentlemanly and courteous treatment has not been extended to our citizens by them, an assertion, so far as our knowledge of the circumstances goes, we do not indorse; therefore we believe it would not be “extending gentlemanly and courteous treatment” to Mr. Brown and his son.
As to our second reason. Two of our prominent citizens called on Mr. Brown, at the telegraph office, and wished to know of him what sum of money he would take to furnish us with the dispatches in relation to the assassination of President Lincoln. An agreement was made to furnish them $30. The dispatches came, and were printed and distributed gratuitously to our citizens by the printers of the Eagle and Journal. There was one small dispatch in the Quincy Whig, signed “Rankin,” that we did not receive, nor was such a dispatch sent over this line. This dispatch – “Seward is dead, and Booth arrested” – is the only one that we failed to receive that day.
As for the exorbitant price asked for the dispatches, it was the proposition of our own citizens, and furthermore, we have been assured that if we had waited a short time that day the dispatches would have been sent free.
In this connection we deem it proper to state that we do not mean any disrespect to the gentlemen composing the meeting, nor to the committee on resolutions, by declining to publish the resolution.
J. M. Brown.
This gentleman has just finished a large addition to his store room on the south side of the square, where he is receiving a very heavy stock of boots, shoes, hats and caps, and will give his customers the benefit of the great fall in prices. Remember the place, south side of the square.
All persons are hereby warned against purchasing the following described noted payable to Chas. Chandler, or order: six notes of $167.50 each, dated Jan. 11 1862, and payable in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 years, with ten per cent. interest. The notes are now in the hands of one Thomas Lackley.
Macomb, Ill., April 17, 1865.
New Boot and Shoe Shop.
Mr. John Barry, the popular boot and shoe maker, lately foreman of C. M. Ray’s boot and shoe factory, has concluded to go into business on his own account, and has accordingly opened a shop on East Jackson street, one door east of Chambers & Randolph’s store. Mr. Barry has worked in this city for the last seven years, first with Mr. J. W. Montfort, and latterly with Mr. Ray, and has given universal satisfaction. We have known Mr. Barry for a number of years, and can cordially recommend him as a first-class workman. We would advise all who are in need of boots or shoes, to go to Mr. Barry, and we will guaranttee them satisfaction.
→ The County lot which was to have been sold on Monday last, was not sold – reason, price set by Board of Supervisors rather too high.