lurked a nature as tender and poetic as any I ever knew.
The death of his son Willie, which occurred in Washington
, made a deep impression on him. It was the first death in his family, save an infant who died a few days after its birth in Springfield
On the evening we strolled through the Park
he spoke of it with deep feeling, and he frequently afterward referred to it. When I announced my intention of leaving Washington
he was much affected at the news of my departure.
We were strolling through the White House
grounds, when he begged me with tears in his eyes to remain longer.
‘You have such strong control and such an influence over Mary,’ he contended, ‘that when troubles come you can console me.’
The picture of the man's despair never faded from my vision.
Long after my return to Springfield
, on reverting to the sad separation, my heart ached because I was unable in my feeble way to lighten his burden.”
In the summer of 1866 I wrote to Mrs. Lincoln
, then in Chicago
, asking for a brief account of her own and her husband's life or mode of living while at the White House
She responded as follows:1