, in full view of Stuart's portrait of Washington.
The conversation took place mostly between the President and Governor Andrew.
I remember well the sad expression of Mr. Lincoln's deep blue eyes, the only feature of his face which could be called other than plain.
Mrs. Andrew, being of the company, inquired when we could have the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Lincoln, and Mr. Lincoln named to us the day of her reception.
He said to Governor Andrew, apropos of I know not what, I once herd George Sumner tell a story.
The unusual pronunciation fixed in my memory this one unimportant sentence.
The talk, indeed, ran mostly on indifferent topics.
When we had taken leave, and were out of hearing, Mr. Clarke said of Mr. Lincoln, We have seen it in his face; hopeless honesty; that is all.
He said it as if he felt that it was far from enough.
None of us knew then—how could we have known?—how deeply God's wisdom had touched and inspired that devout and patient soul.
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