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Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Iv. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Vii. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xii. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xviii. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxii. (search)
Xxii.
Mr. Seward, whose conversation much of the time, while sitting, was like that of a man soliloquizing aloud, told me on one occasion two or three good stories.
Referring to the numerous portraits painted of him at different times, he said, that of all artists whom he had known, Henry Inman was most rapid in execution.
For the fulllength portrait, painted while he was Governor, for the city of New York, Inman required but two or three sittings of an hour each, with an additional quart n tone.
Thermometre, quietly responded the confident clerk.
Thermometer! thermometer! you -fool; don't you know what a thermometer is?
thundered the enraged Senator, amid roars of laughter.
Speaking once of Henry Clay and Daniel Webster, Mr. Seward remarked, that, as statesmen, they could not well be compared; they were no more alike than a Grecian temple and a Gothic church.
I was much interested in an opinion he once expressed of equestrian statues.
He said a grand character should
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxiii. (search)
Xxiii.
Soon after the chalk sketch of my conception had been placed upon the canvas, I attended one of the receptions given by the Secretary of the Navy and Mrs. Welles.
While standing as I thought unobserved, near a corner of the room, Mr. Seward approached me, and in a manner of more than usual warmth, said, I told the President the other day that you were painting your picture upon a false presumption.
Looking at him in some surprise, I inquired his meaning.
Oh, he rejoined, you appea Therefore, in my judgment, no single act of the Administration could for one moment be compared with that of emancipation.
Granting the potential view, the proclamation was necessary, as the sign and seal of the consummation.
Well, replied Mr. Seward, you think so, and this generation may agree with you; but posterity will hold a different opinion.
Of course this conversation could not but attract the attention of all in the immediate vicinity.
A few moments later, Senator Morgan, refer
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxv. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxvi. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxviii. (search)
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxxii. (search)
Xxxii.
In the Executive Chamber one evening, there were present a number of gentlemen, among them Mr. Seward.
A point in the conversation suggesting the thought, the President said: Seward, you never heard, did you, how I earned my first dollar?
No, rejoined Mr. Seward. Well, continued Mr. Lincoln,
I was about eighSeward, you never heard, did you, how I earned my first dollar?
No, rejoined Mr. Seward. Well, continued Mr. Lincoln,
I was about eighteen years of age. I belonged, you know, to what they call down South, the scrubs; people who do not own slaves are nobody there.
But we had succeeded in raising, chiefly by my labor, sufficient produce, as I thought, to justify me in taking it down the river to sell.
After much persuasion, I got the consent of mother to go, Mr. Seward. Well, continued Mr. Lincoln,
I was about eighteen years of age. I belonged, you know, to what they call down South, the scrubs; people who do not own slaves are nobody there.
But we had succeeded in raising, chiefly by my labor, sufficient produce, as I thought, to justify me in taking it down the river to sell.
After much persuasion, I got the consent of mother to go, and constructed a little flatboat, large enough to take a barrel or two of things that we had gathered, with myself and little bundle, down to New Orleans.
A steamer was coming down the river.
We have, you know, no wharves on the Western streams; and the custom was, if passengers were at any of the landings, for them to go out