Who would attempt to word the feeling following upon the announcement of the surrender that Sunday afternoon, April 9th, 1865?
April 11th, 10 a.m., journeyed back 12 miles to New Store, away from what had been Lee's Army, and without seeing it.
No Pickets Out.—No Guards On.
From two things we knew the surrender had been made. The fact of the announcement and the other fact—there had been no pickets out, no guard on, since the 9th. But there had been no parading of a vanquished foe to meet the gaze of a triumphant Army. Grant had saved them that humiliation.
12th, 6 a.m., 15 miles, passed through Curville, and then on to Farmville.
13th, 6 a.m., 17 miles, to near Burks Station, and went into camp.
Assassination of the President.
15th, 10 p.m., received official dispatch of the assassination of President Lincoln on the night of the 14th, and his death at 7.22 o'clock on the morning of the 15th.
He had lived to the last day of a labor which none but himself could know how hard it had been to bear. But now how absolute his rest. The very Heaven his immediate reward for the saving, under God, of a Nation.