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The Daily Dispatch: February 23, 1861., [Electronic resource], Tour of Mr. Lincoln. (search)
q., the gentlemanly Superintendent of the State Line Railroad, and inquired if Mr. Brown was in .. Mr. Brown responded and inquired what was wanted. His interrogator addressed him in substantially the following language: "My name is Bob Lincoln; I'm a son of Old Abe — the old woman is in the cars raising h — l about her passes — I wish you would go and attend to her!" Mr. Brown very promptly filled out the requisite papers to enable Mrs. Lincoln and family to ride over his road His interrogator addressed him in substantially the following language: "My name is Bob Lincoln; I'm a son of Old Abe — the old woman is in the cars raising h — l about her passes — I wish you would go and attend to her!" Mr. Brown very promptly filled out the requisite papers to enable Mrs. Lincoln and family to ride over his road without payment of fare, and delivered them to her. It is probable that " the old woman" gave Bob no further trouble about the passes on t
The Daily Dispatch: February 23, 1861., [Electronic resource], Tour of Mr. Lincoln. (search)
Lincoln's last. What a humor this new President of ours has! What an inexhaustible wit and endless variety in his performances! We say this President of ours; for Old Virginia must come under his beneficent away, and, on the 4th of March, he will be her head and we shall be his staff. The Black Republicans know how to keep their own secrets, or they never could have surprised the whole world so completely and delightfully as in this President of theirs and ours, this Abraham Lincoln, who, in the midst of universal agony, has caused the whole nation to rear with laughter, to hold its sides, to cry with convulsive mirth instead of sorrow, and to stare with all its eyes, and wonder, like the sailor blown up by the powder magazine, what the d — I would happen next. First he starts off from Springfield, begging everybody to pray for him, which they promise to do, and on the same day, at Indianapolis, he discourses upon "passional attraction," "free love" and homŒpathic pills; nex