passed him, and he awoke from his reverie, something would remind him of a story he had heard in Indiana
, and tell it he would, and there was no alternative but to listen.
Thus, I repeat, stood and walked and talked this singular man. He was odd, but when that gray eye and that face and those features were lit up by the inward soul in fires of emotion, then it was that all those apparently ugly features sprang into organs of beauty or disappeared in the sea of inspiration that often flooded his face.
Sometimes it appeared as if Lincoln
's soul was fresh from its Creator.
I have asked the friends and foes of Mr. Lincoln
alike what they thought of his perceptions.
One gentleman of unquestioned ability and free from all partiality or prejudice said, “Mr. Lincoln
's perceptions were slow, a little perverted, if not somewhat distorted and diseased.”
If the meaning of this is that Mr. Lincoln
saw things from a peculiar angle of his being, and from this was susceptible to nature's impulses, and that he so expressed himself, then I have no objection to what is said.