It's the funeral traincar of President Lincoln, which is transported over the Hudson from Jersey City to New York City, while the body of Lincoln is in City Hall (April 24, 1865)

This poet wrote the following words describing what was the eve of the Civil War:

"Death was in the air.
So was birth.
What was dying few could say.
What was being born none could know."

Who is the poet?

(10-08-2014, 06:58 PM)LincolnMan Wrote: This poet wrote the following words describing what was the eve of the Civil War:

"Death was in the air.
So was birth.
What was dying few could say.
What was being born none could know."

Who is the poet?

Well, it has the word death in it, so my first guess will be Emily Dickinson (even though it doesn't really sound like her stylistically).

It sounds very much to me like something Carl Sandburg would write...

(10-08-2014, 06:08 PM)loetar44 Wrote: It's the funeral traincar of President Lincoln, which is transported over the Hudson from Jersey City to New York City, while the body of Lincoln is in City Hall (April 24, 1865)

Sorry, didn't read Laurie's post #1737, only saw Roger's picture and reacted. Congrats Laurie!

Dickinson is a good guess but the author is Mr. Sandburg. You are correct!

We all know that among Booth's last words- he is said to have uttered "useless...useless." What famous person's last words were claimed to have been "suppose...suppose?"

Edwin Stanton?

Wyatt Earp

I second the guess of Wyatt Earp.

Wyatt Earp it is!
Great job guys.

Speaking of last words, whose were these?
"The summons has called. I'm an overripe sheaf. I go and take the weak with me and leave you the strong. All I ask you that you do not weep. Do not forget my fist wife's children and tell them goodbye."

(10-10-2014, 03:42 PM)Eva Elisabeth Wrote: Speaking of last words, whose were these?
"The summons has called. I'm an overripe sheaf. I go and take the weak with me and leave you the strong. All I ask you that you do not weep. Do not forget my fist wife's children and tell them goodbye."

I think it was Herndon.

Excellent, Scott! Early in the morning of March 18, 1891 Herndon's son Willie died, and at noon Herndon said these last words to his wife.

You win an oyster stew à la Herndon:
http://rogerjnorton.com/LincolnDiscussio...w#pid36565

What is depicted here?