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Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxxvii. (search)
Xxxvii. In the year 1855 or ‘56, George B. Lincoln, Esq., of Brooklyn, was travelling through the West in connection wite smallest possible scale. Poor as the prospect seemed, Mr. Lincoln had no alternative but to put up at the place. The supp. He has the only one we have to spare. Well, returned Mr. Lincoln, the gentleman has possession, and perhaps would not likof the pillows, and said, What is your name? They call me Lincoln at home, was the reply. Lincoln! repeated the stranger; Lincoln! repeated the stranger; any connection of our Illinois Abraham? No, replied Mr. L., I fear not. Well, said the old man, I will let any man by the name of Lincoln sleep with me, just for the sake of the name. You have heard of Abe? he inquired. Oh yes, very often, replied Mr. Lincoln. No man could travel far in this State without hearing of him, and I would be very glad to claim connection, ieen at twenty-three or twenty-five years of age. Mr. G. B. Lincoln also told me of an amusing circumstance which took pl
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlii. (search)
was twice present at the morning services of that church. On the first occasion, he was accompanied by his friend, George B. Lincoln, Esq., and occupied a prominent seat in the centre of the house. On a subsequent Sunday morning, not long afterward to the announcement of the text, when the gallery door at the right of the organ-loft opened, and the tall figure of Mr. Lincoln entered, alone. Again in the city over Sunday, he started out by himself to find the church, which he reached consideterested in watching the effect of the sermon upon the western orator. As Mr. Beecher developed his line of argument, Mr. Lincoln's body swayed forward, his lips parted, and he seemed at length entirely unconscious of his surroundings,--frequently with a kind of involuntary Indian exclamation,--ugh!--not audible beyond his immediate presence, but very expressive! Mr. Lincoln henceforward had a profound admiration for the talents of the famous pastor of Plymouth Church. He once remarked to t
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xliii. (search)
Xliii. One of Mr. Lincoln's biographers, speaking of the relations which existed between the President and his Cabinet, says:-- He always maintained that ththe report had left Washington before the incendiary passage was observed by Mr. Lincoln. The New York Tribune published it as originally written. Late in the even of copies of the report had been already ordered from the printing-office. Mr. Lincoln glanced over the copy placed in his hands, and his eye rested upon the passae papers, to which the President attentively listened. When I had finished, Mr. Lincoln said, in substance, General, I have never found fault with you nor censured stration could not of course take place without the irrepressible story from Mr. Lincoln. Shortly after this event some gentlemen called upon the President, and exp interests of the country required an entire reconstruction of the Cabinet. Mr. Lincoln heard them through, and then shaking his head dubiously, replied, with his p
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlxv. (search)
tors; but, representing to the usher in attendance that their business was extremely urgent, and concerned the wounded of the army, they were at once shown into Mr. Lincoln's presence. It was late in what had perhaps been a trying or vexatious day. Very briefly, but unceremoniously, the object of their visit was stated. In the lais no raid upon him or upon you. It is simple justice to the wounded and suffering soldiers that we ask of you. Entirely convinced by the candor of this reply, Mr. Lincoln then proceeded to a minute questioning in regard to the scenes they had witnessed; and when subsequently told that they had called at Secretary Stanton's requespon the President, in company with the Assistant Secretary of War, Mr. Dana. In the course of conversation, Dr. T. said: What do you think, Mr. President, is the reason General McClellan does not reply to the letter from the Chicago Convention? Oh! replied Mr. Lincoln, with a characteristic twinkle of the eye, he is intrenching.
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlv. (search)
have been equally as marked and expressive; to which I did not by any means assent. I do not recall an instance of Mr. Lincoln's ever referring to any act of his administration with an appearance of complacency or self-satisfaction. I watched hg he might have against him personally would not prevent his doing justice to the merits of the officers in question. Mr. Lincoln had been utterly unconscious of having given offence, either by lack of appreciation or otherwise, and he seemed great No President ever manifested such a willingness to receive and act upon advice and suggestions from all sources, as Mr. Lincoln. On a certain occasion a leading officer of the government, and the governor of the State he represented, had each a had distinguished himself, losing an arm or a leg in the service, but who had not solicited in any way the position. Mr. Lincoln instantly fell in with the idea, saying that it seemed to him just the right thing to do; and he immediately made out
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlvi. (search)
Shannon, of California. Soon after the customary greeting, Mr. Shannon said:-- Mr. President, I met an old friend of yours in California last summer, Thompson Campbell, who had a good deal to say of your Springfield life. Ah! returned Mr. Lincoln, I am glad to hear of him. Campbell used to be a dry fellow, he continued. For a time he was Secretary of State. One day, during the legislative vacation, a meek, cadaverous-looking man, with a white neck-cloth, introduced himself to him at dinner. In the conversation which followed, holding up his hands, encased in white gloves, he remarked, with a laugh, that one of his Illinois friends never could see his hands in that predicament, without being reminded of canvassed hams! Mr. Lincoln was always ready to join in a laugh at the expense of his person, concerning which he was very indifferent. Many of his friends will recognize the following story,--the incident having actually occurred,--which he used to tell with great glee
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlvii. (search)
tudies of accessories, necessary to introduce in my picture. The President, Mrs. Lincoln, and the Private Secretaries had gone to the opera, and for the time being Isite the room where I was sitting; and shortly afterward the hearty laugh of Mr. Lincoln broke the stillness, proceeding from the same quarter. Throwing aside my wohich was the subject of the amusement. Glancing through the half-open door, Mr. Lincoln caught sight of me, and the story had to be repeated for my benefit. The in had no better illustration of it since the immortal plays were written. Mr. Lincoln's laugh stood by itself. The neigh of a wild horse on his native prairie is call at the White House early one morning, just after news of a disaster. Mr. Lincoln commenced some trifling narration, to which the impulsive congressman was ing to hear stories; it is too serious a time. Instantly the smile faded from Mr. Lincoln's face. Ashley, said he, sit down! I respect you as an earnest, sincere ma
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlviii. (search)
at subject. Knowing that he had not been friendly to the renomination of Mr. Lincoln, it occurred to me, in my simplicity, that if I could bring them together, a, a mutual misunderstanding of relative positions,--though I had never known Mr. Lincoln to mention the name of the editor of the Tribune, otherwise than with profouy to see him, at his leisure. I have been repeatedly asked to what extent Mr. Lincoln read the newspapers. It might have dampened the patriotic ardor of many ambe Private Secretary's office, supposing the rooms to be vacant, I came upon Mr. Lincoln, seated quietly by himself, for once engaged in looking over the contents ofone of the levees, in the winter of 1864, during a lull in the hand-shaking, Mr. Lincoln was addressed by two lady friends, one of whom is the wife of a gentleman suuppress the infamous Chicago times, was the rejoinder. After a brief pause, Mr. Lincoln asked her if she had ever tried to imagine how she would have felt, in some
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xlix. (search)
Fair, in one of the large cities, by a committee of gentlemen, expressly for this object. The composition contained a tree, representing Liberty; a portrait of Mr. Lincoln; soldiers, monitors, broken fetters, etc.; together with the text of the proclamation, all executed with a pen. Artistically speaking, such works have no value,--they are simply interesting, as curiosities. Mr. Lincoln kindly accorded the desired opportunity to make the presentation, which occupied but a few moments, and was in the usual form. He accepted the testimonial, he said, not for himself, but in behalf of the cause in which all were engaged. When the group dispersed, I remainident. He returned to his desk; while I examined curiously the pen work, which was exceedingly minute in detail. This is quite wonderful! I said, at length. Mr. Lincoln looked up from his papers; Yes, he rejoined; it is what I call ingenious nonsense! The evening following this affair, on entering the President's office, abo
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, L. (search)
te, in fitly chosen words! The evening following the reading of this letter, he said that Mrs. Lincoln and he had promised half an hour to a sort of artist who wished to exhibit before them in thecharacters were given, among others that of a stammering man, which appeared greatly to amuse Mr. Lincoln. I could only now and then catch a word of the burlesque, but the voice and ringing laugh of the President were perfectly distinguishable. When the lecture ceased, Mr. Lincoln said, I want to offer a suggestion. I once knew a man who invariably whistled with his stammering, and he then gald to offer aid and refreshments to the wounded of that terrible series of battles. In reply Mr. Lincoln expressed his appreciation of the self-denying services rendered by the Commission, in feeliPresident for his autograph. One of them gave his name as Cruikshank. That reminds me, said Mr. Lincoln, of what I used to be called when a young man--long-shanks. Hereupon the rest of the party,
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