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Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Lxxvi. (search)
e future of America. Mr. President, said Governor Randall, why can't you seek seclusion, and play hermit for a fortnight? it would reinvigorate you. Aye, said the President, two or three weeks would do me good, but I cannot fly from my thoughts; my solicitude for this great country follows me wherever I go. I don't think it is personal vanity or ambition, though I am not free from these infirmities, but I cannot but feel that the weal or woe of this great nation will be decided in November. There is no programme offered by any wing of the Democratic party but that must result in the permanent destruction of the Union. But Mr. President, General McClellan is in favor of crushing out the rebellion by force. He will be the Chicago candidate. Sir, said the President, the slightest knowledge of arithmetic will prove to any man that the rebel armies cannot be destroyed by democratic strategy. It would sacrifice all the white men of the North to do it. There are now
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, LXXVIII. (search)
llogg, he continued, brightening up, isn't there something in Scripture about the shedding of blood being the remission of sins? Guess you are about right there, replied the Judge. It is a good point, and there is no going behind it, rejoined the President; and taking up his pen, another pardon --this time without oath, condition, or reserve — was added to the records of the War Office. Among a large number of persons waiting in the room to speak with Mr. Lincoln, on a certain day in November, ‘64, was a small, pale, delicatelooking boy about thirteen years old. The President saw him standing, looking feeble and faint, and said: Come here, my boy, and tell me what you want. The boy advanced, placed his hand on the arm of the President's chair, and with bowed head and timid accents said: Mr. President, I have been a drummer in a regiment for two years, and my colonel got angry with me and turned me off. I was taken sick, and have been a long time in hospital. This is the first