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