On April 9, 1865, the very day of the surrender of Lee at Appomattox,
Lincoln, for the last time, went to the photographer's gallery. As he sits
in simple fashion sharpening his pencil, the man of sorrows cannot forget
the sense of weariness and pain that for four years has been unbroken. No
elation of triumph lights the features. One task is ended--the Nation is
saved. But another, scarcely less exacting, confronts him. The States
which lay "out of their proper practical relation to the Union," in his
own phrase, must be brought back into a proper practical relation. But
this task was not for him. Only five days later the sad eyes reflected
upon this page closed forever upon scenes of earthly turmoil. Bereft of
Lincoln's heart and head, leaders attacked problems of reconstruction in
ways that proved unwise. As the mists of passion and prejudice cleared
away, both North and South came to feel that this patient, wise, and
sympathetic ruler was one of the few really great men in history, and that
he would live forever in the hearts of men made better by his presence
during those four years of storm.
[Illustration: THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIERS--THE GRAND REVIEW