cheese and a handful of crackers which, in my absence, he had brought up from a store below.
Separating for the day at five or six o'clock in the evening, I would still leave him behind, either sitting on a box at the foot of the stairway, entertaining a few loungers, or killing time in the same way on the court-house steps.
A light in the office after dark attested his presence there till late along in the night, when, after all the world had gone to sleep, the tall form of the man destined to be the nation's President could have been seen strolling along in the shadows of trees and buildings, and quietly slipping in through the door of a modest frame house, which it pleased the world, in a conventional way, to call his home.
Some persons may insist that this picture is too highly colored.
If so, I can only answer, they do not know the facts.
The majority of those who have a personal knowledge of them are persistent in their silence.
If their lips could be opened and all could be known, my conclusions and statements, to say the least of them, would be found to be fair, reasonable, and true.
A few words more as to Lincoln
's domestic history, and I pass to a different phase of life.
One of his warmest and closest friends, who still survives, maintains the theory that, after all, Lincoln
's political ascendancy and final elevation to the Presidency were due more to the influence of his wife than to any other person or cause.
“The fact,” insists this friend, “that Mary Todd
, by her turbulent nature and unfortunate manner, prevented her husband from ”