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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1 43 1 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 33 3 Browse Search
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 28 4 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2 28 0 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 24 2 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 15 3 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 14 0 Browse Search
Fitzhugh Lee, General Lee 8 0 Browse Search
Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters 8 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment 6 0 Browse Search
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Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Lxviii. (search)
e. A church? said I; what do you mean? Why, yes, said Dick, pointing with his toe, don't you see? there is the shape of it; there's the “steps” and “front-door”here the “pews,” where the folks set and there's the “pulpit.” Yes, I see, said I, but why don't you make a “minister?” Laws, answered Dick, with a grin, I hain't got mud enough! Mr. Lincoln had a dread of people who could not appreciate humor. He once instanced a member of his own cabinet, of whom he quoted the saying of Sydney Smith, that it required a surgical operation to get a joke into his head. The light trifles of conversation diverted his mind, or, as he said of his theatre-going, gave him a refuge from himself and his weariness. One of the last stories I heard from Mr. Lincoln was concerning John Tyler, for whom it was to be expected, as an old Henry Clay Whig, he would entertain no great respect. A year or two after Tyler's accession to the Presidency, said he, contemplating an excursion in