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elevation had turned his head.
There was no foundation for such an unwarranted conclusion.
Lincoln had not changed a particle.
He was overrun with duties and weighted down with cares; his surroundings were different and his friends were new, but he himself was the same calm, just, and devoted friend as of yore.
His letters were few and brief, but they showed no lack of gratitude or appreciation, as the following one to me will testify:
His letters to others were of the same warm and generous tenor, but yet the foolish notion prevailed that he had learned to disregard the condition and claims of his Springfield friends.
One of the latter who visited Washington returned somewhat displeased because Mr. Lincoln failed to inquire after the health and welfare of each one of his old neighbors.
The report spread that he cared nothing for his home or the friends who had made him what he was. Those who entertained this opinion of the man forgot that he was not exactly the property of
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1 On February 19, 1863, I received this despatch from Mr. Lincoln:
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