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Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Lxv. (search)
e Army of the Potomac as to the merits of the two candidates. Various opinions had been warmly expressed, when at length a German spoke. I goes, said he, for Fader Abraham. Fader Abraham, he likes the soldier-boy. Ven he serves tree years he gives him four hundred tollar, and reenlists him von veteran. Now Fader Abraham, he seFader Abraham, he likes the soldier-boy. Ven he serves tree years he gives him four hundred tollar, and reenlists him von veteran. Now Fader Abraham, he serve four years. We reenlist him four years more, and make von veteran of him. The night following the election, a clergyman of Middletown, Conn., at a torchlight display, exhibited a transparency over his door, with a quotation from Genesis XXII. 15,--The angel of the Lord called unto Abraham out of heaven a second time. A feFader Abraham, he serve four years. We reenlist him four years more, and make von veteran of him. The night following the election, a clergyman of Middletown, Conn., at a torchlight display, exhibited a transparency over his door, with a quotation from Genesis XXII. 15,--The angel of the Lord called unto Abraham out of heaven a second time. A few days before the reinauguration of Mr. Lincoln, my picture was placed temporarily on exhibition in the Rotunda of the Capitol. As the workmen were raising it to its place, over the northern door leading to the Senate Chamber, a group gathered in front of it, among whom was policeman R--, of the Capitol squad. As the painting rea
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 15 (search)
of the Eighteenth Corps was soon reached, and a scene now occurred which defies description. They beheld for the first time the liberator of their race — the man who by a stroke of his pen had struck the shackles from the limbs of their fellow-bondmen and proclaimed liberty to the enslaved. Always impressionable, the enthusiasm of the blacks now knew no limits. They cheered, laughed, cried, sang hymns of praise, and shouted in their negro dialect, God bress Massa Linkum! De Lord save Fader Abraham! De day ob jubilee am come, shuah. They crowded about him and fondled his horse; some of them kissed his hands, while others ran off crying in triumph to their comrades that they had touched his clothes. The President rode with bared head; the tears had started to his eyes, and his voice was so broken by emotion that he could scarcely articulate the words of thanks and congratulation which he tried to speak to the humble and devoted men through whose ranks he rode. The scene was aff