grizzly and wrinkled, propped up in the bed by an embankment of pillows behind his back.
His hair and beard were considerably disordered, the flesh seemed to lay in rolls across his warty face and neck, and his breathing was not without great labor.
In his hand he still held Lincoln
He was weak from long-continued illness, and trembled very perceptibly.
It was evident that the message from Lincoln
had wrought up the old veteran's feelings.
,’ he said to me, in great agitation, ‘present my compliments to Mr. Lincoln
when you return to Springfield
, and tell him I expect him to come on to Washington
as soon as he is ready.
Say to him that I'll look after those Maryland
rangers myself; I'll plant cannon at both ends of Pennsylvania avenue, and if any of them show their heads or raise a finger I'll blow them to hell.’
On my return to Springfield
,” concludes Mather
, “I hastened to assure Mr. Lincoln
that, if Scott
were alive on the day of the inauguration, there need be no alarm lest the performance be interrupted by any one.
I felt certain the hero of Lundy's Lane
would give the matter the care and attention it deserved.”
Having at last reached his destination in safety, Mr. Lincoln
spent the few days preceding his inauguration at Willard's Hotel, receiving an uninterrupted stream of visitors and friends.
In the few unoccupied moments allotted him, he was carefully revising his inaugural address.
On the morning of the 4th of March he rode from his hotel with Mr. Buchanan
in an open barouche to the Capitol