Of another ballad we have this couplet:
Hail Columbia, happy land,
If you aint drunk I will be damned.
We can imagine the merry Dennis
, hilarious with the exhilaration of deep potations at the village grocery, singing this “field song” as he and Abe wended their way homeward.
A stanza from a campaign song which Abe was in the habit of rendering, according to Mrs. Crawford
, attests his earliest political predilections:
Let auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind,
May Jackson be our president,
And Adams left behind.
A mournful and distressing ballad, “John Anderson
's Lamentation,” as rendered by Abe, was written out for me by Mrs. Crawford
, but the first lines,
Oh, sinners, poor sinners, take warning by me,
The fruits of transgression behold now and see,
will suffice to indicate how mournful the rest of it was.
The centre of wit and wisdom in the village of Gentryville
was at the store.
This place was in charge of one Jones
, who soon after embarking in business seemed to take quite a fancy to Abe. He took the only newspaper sent from Louisviilleand at his place of business gathered Abe, Dennis Hanks
, the blacksmith, and other kindred spirits to discuss such topics as are the exclusive property of the store lounger.
Abe's original and