On Saturday the remains were borne to the White House, where they were embalmed and placed on a grand catafalque in the East Room.  Little “Tad” was overcome with grief.  All day Saturday he was inconsolable, but on Sunday morning the sun rose bright and beautiful and into his childish heart came the thought that all was well with his father.  He said to a gentleman who called upon Mrs. Lincoln, “Do you think, sir, that my father has gone to heaven?” “I have not a doubt of it,” was the reply.  “Then,” said the little fellow in broken voice, “I am glad he has gone there, for he was never happy after he came here.  This was not a good place for him!” Tuesday the White House was thrown open to admit friends who desired to look upon the still form as it lay in death.  Wednesday, the 19th, the funeral services took place.  Mrs. Lincoln was too ill to be present; but her two sons sat near the coffin in the East Room.  Next in order were ranged Andrew Johnson (now President) and the members of the Cabinet, and after them the foreign representatives, the chief men of the nation, and a large body of mourning citizens.  The services were conducted jointly by the Rev. Dr. Hall, Bishop Simpson, Dr. Gray, and the Rev. Dr. Gurley, the latter delivering the discourse.  At two o’clock the funeral cortege started for the Capitol, where the remains were to lie in state until the following morning.  The procession was long and imposing.  “There were no truer mourners,” says Secretary Welles, “than the poor colored people who crowded the streets, joined the procession, and exhibited their woe, bewailing the loss of him whom they regarded as a benefactor and father.  Women as well as men, with their little children, thronged the streets, sorrow and trouble and distress depicted on their countenances and in their bearing.  The vacant holiday expression had given way to real grief.”  The body was borne into the rotunda, amidst funeral dirges and military salutes; and the religious exercises of the occasion were concluded.  A guard was stationed near the coffin, and the public were again admitted to take their farewell of the dead.  While these obsequies were being performed at Washington, similar ceremonies were observed in every part of the country.  It had been decided to convey the remains of Lincoln to the home which he left four years before with such solemn and affectionate words of parting.  The funeral train left Washington on the 21st.  Its passage through the principal Eastern States and cities of the Union was a most mournful and impressive spectacle.  The heavily craped train, its sombre engine swathed in black, moved through the land like an eclipse.  At every point vast crowds assembled to gain a tearful glimpse as it sped past.

    Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
    Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the
      violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the
      gray debris,
    Amid the grass in the fields