for Mr. Lincoln
He had been all along led to expect it, and with that in view had been earnestly and quietly at work preparing a speech in acknowledgment of the honor about to be conferred on him. This speech he wrote on stray envelopes and scraps of paper, as idea suggested themselves, putting them into that miscellaneous and convenient receptacle, his hat. As the convention drew near he copied the whole on connected sheets, carefully revising every line and sentence, and fastened them together, for reference during the delivery of the speech, and for publication.
The former precaution, however, was unnecessary, for he had studied and read over what he had written so long and carefully that he was able to deliver it without the least hesitation or difficulty.
A few days before the convention, when he was at work on the speech, I remember that Jesse K. Dubois
who was Auditor
of State, came into the office and, seeing Lincoln
busily writing, inquired what he was doing or what he was writing.
answered gruffly, “It's something you may see or hear sometime, but I'll not let you see it now.”
I myself knew what he was writing, but having asked neither my opinion nor that of anyone else, I did not venture to