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as Lincoln, his marriage and married life. Nancy Hanks, the President's mother. her sadness, her g on this is apparent when it is shown that Nancy Hanks was the daughter of Lucy Hanks, who afterwamarriage of his parents, Thomas Lincoln and Nancy Hanks, has been lost; but fortunately the recordsty of the infant child of a poor girl named Nancy Hanks; and, after marriage, removed with her to Warding the definition of the names Lincoln and Hanks it is said, the first is merely a local name w of his day. At the time of his marriage to Nancy Hanks he could neither read nor write; but his wietter to John Johnston, Jan. 12, 1851. Nancy Hanks, the mother of the President, at a very eary years in Illinois, was the son of another Nancy Hanks — the aunt of the President's mother. I ha They are to be married next week; her name is Hanks. There were very few who did not believe thishe President's mother or not. The fact that Nancy Hanks did marry that year gives color to the beli
he jailer of Hardin county, who had died several years before of a disease known as the cold plague. The tradition still kept alive in the Kentucky neighborhood is that Lincoln had been a suitor for the hand of the lady before his marriage to Nancy Hanks, but that she had rejected him for the hand of the more fortunate Johnston. However that may have been, it is certain that he began his campaign in earnest this time, and after a brief siege won her heart. He made a very short courtship, wros. In September, 1865, I visited the old lady During my interview with this old lady I was much and deeply impressed with the sincerity of her affection for her illustrious stepson. She declined to say much in answer to my questions about Nancy Hanks, her predecessor in the Lincoln household, but spoke feelingly of the latter's daughter and son. Describing Mr. Lincoln's last visit to her in February, 1861, she broke into tears and wept bitterly. I did not want Abe to run for President, sh
re men of ability and distinction. Her mother, Anne Eliza Parker, was a cousin of her father, Robert S. Todd. The latter had served in both houses of the Kentucky Legislature, and for over twenty years was president of the Bank of Kentucky of Lexington. He died July 16, 1849. To a young lady in whose veins coursed the blood that had come down from this long and distinguished ancestral line, who could even go back in the genealogical chart to the sixth century, Lincoln, the child of Nancy Hanks, whose descent was dimmed by the shadow of tradition, was finally united in marriage. When Mary Todd came to her sister's house in Springfield in 1839, she was in her twenty-first year. She was a young woman of strong, passionate nature and quick temper, and had left her home in Kentucky to avoid living under the same roof with a stepmother. Mrs. Edwards, statement, Aug. 3, 1887. She came to live with her oldest sister, Elizabeth, who was the wife of Lincoln's colleague in the Le
igin. The recollection of these things burned a deep impress on his sensitive soul. As to the cause of this morbid condition my idea has always been that it was occult, and could not be explained by any course of observation and reasoning. It was ingrained, and, being ingrained, could not be reduced to rule, or the cause arrayed. It was necessarily hereditary, but whether it came down from a long line of ancestors and far back, or was simply the reproduction of the saddened life of Nancy Hanks, cannot well be determined. At any rate it was part of his nature. and could no more be shaken off than he could part with his brains. and created sympathy for him --one means of his great success. He was gloomy, abstracted, and joyous — rather humorousby turns; but I do not think he knew what real joy was for many years. Mr. Lincoln sometimes walked our streets cheerily, he was not always gloomy, and then it was that on meeting a friend he greeted him with plain Howd'y? clasping