Mr. Lincoln did not hear from him directly after he left Washington.
Through a friend I learned by letter that he was lying at the point of death.
This intelligence I communicated to the President the same evening, in the vestibule of the White House,--meeting him on his way to the War Department.
He was deeply affected by it. His only words were, Lovejoy was the best friend I had in Congress.
To return from this pardonable digression,--I took the note of introduction at once to the WhWhite House; but no opportunity was afforded me of presenting it during the day. The following morning passed with the same result, and I then resolved to avail myself of Mrs. Lincoln's Saturday afternoon reception — at which, I was told, the President would be present — to make myself known to him. Two o'clock found me one of the throng pressing toward the centre of attraction, the blue room.
From the threshold of the crimson parlor as I passed, I had a glimpse of the gaunt figure of Mr. Lincol