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MRS. LUCRETIA GARFIELD, WIFE OF THE PRESIDENT.
MRS. ELIZA BALLOU GARFIELD, Mother of the late President.
JAMES AND HENRY A. GARFIELD, SONS OF THE LATE PRESIDENT.
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THE PHYSICIANS AND NURSES LIFTING THE PRESIDENT FROM HIS BED FOR A CHANGE.
FRANCKLYN COTTAGE -- THE HOUSE IN WHICH PRESIDENT GARFIELD DIED.
ONE OF THE BULLETS.
GUITEAU'S ENGLISH BULLDOG PISTOL THAT HE USED TO SHOOT THE PRESIDENT.
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DR. WOODWARD.
DR. HAMILTON.
DR. REYBURN.
DR. BARNES.
DR. AGNEW.
DR. BLISS.
THE PHYSICIANS HOLDING A CONSULTATION.
DR. D. W. BLISS, CHIEF PHYSICIAN.
THE REMAINS OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD LYING IN STATE IN THE ROTUNDA OF THE CAPITOL AT WASHINGTON.
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THE CATAFALQUE AT CLEVELAND, OHIO.
THE FUNERAL CAR ENTERING LAKEVIEW CEMETERY.
INTERIOR OF THE GARFIELD RECEIVING VAULT, IN LAKEVIEW CEMETERY, CLEVELAND.
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THE WORLD ON WHEELS. --CARRIAGE MADE FOR FREDERICK PRINCE OF WALES.
" 'Tis Not the Tear."
'TIS not the tear in secret shed,
From faded eyes, with sorrow streaming;
" 'Tis not the sigh for pleasures fled,
While joy is in the glances beaming,
Can paint the breast's convulsive throb,
Or tell the bosom's secret anguish,
The silent, deep, soul-rending sob,
That leaves the sorrow'd heart to languish!
When laid within the silent grave,
The winds of heaven around me sighing,
With laid within the silent grave,
The winds of heaven around me sighing,
With nought to cheer the darkness save
The midnight breeze in murmurs dying,
Oh, then this heart from griefs shall rest,
And all its pangs and cares be over.
Within the cold grave's cheerless breast
Shall lie the fondest, truest lover!
PHILIP NORBERT GAFNEY.
BENJAMIN DISRAELI, EARL OF BEACONSFIELD, K. G.
Original.
Oh, Do Not Forget Me.
OH, do not forget me,
Though all should forget!
Let the last hour I met thee
In memory be set,
Like the bright star that keepeth
Its watch the long night,
While the bonnie flower weepeth
Beneath its cold light.
Oh, do not forget me,
My own chosen dear!
Oh, do not forget me,
When gay ones are near.
When at night round the hearth, love,
Light spirits are met,
In the midst of their mirth, love.
Oh, do not forget!
CHARLES W. MORRIS.