somewhat in advance of its occurrence, the death throes of the Whig party.
I did not conceal my suspicions, and one of the Springfield
papers gave my sentiments liberal quotation in its columns.
I felt gloomy over the prospect, and cut out these newspaper slips and sent them to Lincoln
Accompanying these I wrote him a letter equally melancholy in tone, in which among other things I reflected severely on the stubbornness and bad judgment of the old fossils in the party, who were constantly holding the young men back.
This brought from him a letter, July 10, 1848, which is so clearly Lincolnian and so full of plain philosophy, that I copy it in full.
Not the least singular of all is his illusion to himself as an old man, although he had scarcely passed his thirty-ninth year.