se name, for certain reasons, I am constrained to withhold.
I still retain the original Ms. written by him twenty years ago. I am particularly requested, he says, to write out my opinion of the mind, of Abraham Lincoln, late President of the United States, and I consent to do so without any other motive than to comply with the request of a brother lawyer, for, if I know myself, no other motive would induce me to do it, because, while Mr. Lincoln and I were always good friends, I believe myselfnerally he would pick up one of the children and walk off. I have heard her say that if Mr. Lincoln had remained at home more she could have loved him better.
One day while Mr. Lincoln was absent — he had gone to Chicago to try a suit in the United States Court — his wife and I formed a conspiracy to take off the roof and raise his house.
It was originally a frame structure one story and a half high.
When Lincoln returned he met a gentleman on the sidewalk and, looking at his own house and m