lowly birth, the victim of poverty and hard usage, she takes a place in history as the mother of a son who liberated a race of men. At her side stands another Mother whose son performed a similar service for all mankind eighteen hundred years before.
After the death of their mother little Abe and his sister Sarah began a dreary life — indeed, one more cheerless and less inviting seldom falls to the lot of any child.
In a log-cabin without a floor, scantily protected from the severities of the weather, deprived of the comfort of a mother's love, they passed through a winter the most dismal either one ever experienced.
Within a few months, and before the close of the winter, David Elkin
, an itinerant preacher whom Mrs. Lincoln
had known in Kentucky
, happened into the settlement, and in response to the invitation from the family and friends, delivered a funeral sermon over her grave.
No one is able now to remember the language of Parson Elkin
's discourse, but it is recalled that he commemorated the virtues and good phases of character, and passed in silence the few shortcomings and frailties of the poor woman sleeping under the winter's snow.
She had done her work in this world.
Stoop-shouldered, thin-breasted, sad, -at times miserable,--groping through the perplexities of life, without prospect of any betterment in her condition, she passed from earth, little dreaming of the grand future that lay in store for the ragged, hapless little boy who stood at her bedside in the last days of her life.
's widowerhood was brief.