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 Soon Gen. Grant made a home in New York and took up bank work to earn for his dear ones. A cheat got his wealth from him, and the sad news came that he had lost all, was ill, and must soon die. He was brave and calm, and though in great pain, wrote up to a few days of his death that he might make a book of the wars in which he had part, so that his own might have the means to live and and not come to want.

Gen. Grant went to his rest Ju-ly 23, 1885, at Mount MacGreg-or, near Sar-a-to-ga, in the state of New York, where he had gone so that he might pass in peace from earth.

When the news went through the land of the death of this great man, grief was felt by rich and poor. Black weeds of woe hung in the streets, while flags were seen at half mast.

Men who had once been foes took part in the march to the tomb. All sought then to show their pride in the man whose thought had been to "do right and fear not." There was the beat of drums, the boom of guns, and the tramp, tramp of the men of arms.

On the south wall of the grand tomb at Riv-er-side Park, on the Hud-son, New York Cit-y, there are seen the words which speak to all hearts:

"LET US HAVE PEACE."