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United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 13
in some way, the nickname of Old Solitude. Soon after the formation of Taylor's cabinet, Webster and Ewing happened to meet at an evening party. As they approached each other, Webster, who was in fine spirits, uttered, in his deepest bass tones, the wellknown lines,-- O Solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? The evening of Tuesday I dined with Mr. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury, of whom I painted a portrait in 1855, upon the close of his term as United States Senator. He said during the dinner, that, shortly after the dedication of the cemetery at Gettysburg, the President told this story at a cabinet meeting. Thad. Stevens was asked by some one, the morning of the day appointed for that ceremony, where the President and Mr. Seward were going. To Gettysburg, was the reply. But where are Stanton and Chase? continued the questioner. At home, at work, was the surly answer; let the dead bury the dead. This was some months previous to the
Gettysburg (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
ening of Tuesday I dined with Mr. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury, of whom I painted a portrait in 1855, upon the close of his term as United States Senator. He said during the dinner, that, shortly after the dedication of the cemetery at Gettysburg, the President told this story at a cabinet meeting. Thad. Stevens was asked by some one, the morning of the day appointed for that ceremony, where the President and Mr. Seward were going. To Gettysburg, was the reply. But where are Stanton Gettysburg, was the reply. But where are Stanton and Chase? continued the questioner. At home, at work, was the surly answer; let the dead bury the dead. This was some months previous to the Baltimore Convention, when it was thought by some of the leaders of the party, that Mr. Lincoln's chances for a re-nomination were somewhat dubious. Levee night occurring weekly, during the regular season, was always a trying one to the President. Whenever sympathy was expressed for him, however, he would turn it off playfully, asserting that the
Springfield, Mo. (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
to high positions in a democratic government — the tribute those filling them were compelled to pay to the public. Great men, said Mr. Lincoln, have various estimates. When Daniel Webster made his tour through the West years ago, he visited Springfield among other places, where great preparations had been made to receive him. As the procession was going through the town, a barefooted little darkey boy pulled the sleeve of a man named T., and asked,--What the folks were all doing down the street? Why, Jack, was the reply, the biggest man in the world is coming. Now, there lived in Springfield a man by the name of G.,--a very corpulent man, Jack darted off down the street, but presently returned, with a very disappointed air. Well, did you see him? inquired T. Yees, returned Jack; but laws — he ain't half as big as old G. Shortly afterward, he spoke of Mr. Ewing, who was in both President Harrison's and President Taylor's cabinet. Those men, said he, were, you know, when ele
M. B. Brady (search for this): chapter 13
es and markings of the face. The General sat patiently; but when he came to see the result, his countenance indicated decided displeasure. Why, Jones, what have you been doing? he asked. Oh, rejoined the sculptor, not much, I confess, General; I have been working out the details of the face a little more, this morning. Details? exclaimed the General, warmly; the details! Why, my man, you are spoiling the bust! At three o'clock the President was to accompany me, by appointment, to Brady's photographic galleries on Pennsylvania Avenue. The carriage had been ordered, and Mrs. Lincoln, who was to accompany us, had come down at the appointed hour, dressed for the ride, when one of those vexations, incident to all households, occurred. Neither carriage or coachman was to be seen. The President and myself stood upon the threshold of the door under the portico, awaiting the result of the inquiry for the coachman, when a letter was put into his hand. While he was reading this, p
B. F. Taylor (search for this): chapter 13
, but presently returned, with a very disappointed air. Well, did you see him? inquired T. Yees, returned Jack; but laws — he ain't half as big as old G. Shortly afterward, he spoke of Mr. Ewing, who was in both President Harrison's and President Taylor's cabinet. Those men, said he, were, you know, when elected, both of advanced years, -sages. Ewing had received, in some way, the nickname of Old Solitude. Soon after the formation of Taylor's cabinet, Webster and Ewing happened to meet aTaylor's cabinet, Webster and Ewing happened to meet at an evening party. As they approached each other, Webster, who was in fine spirits, uttered, in his deepest bass tones, the wellknown lines,-- O Solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? The evening of Tuesday I dined with Mr. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury, of whom I painted a portrait in 1855, upon the close of his term as United States Senator. He said during the dinner, that, shortly after the dedication of the cemetery at Gettysburg, the President tol
Seward (search for this): chapter 13
itude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? The evening of Tuesday I dined with Mr. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury, of whom I painted a portrait in 1855, upon the close of his term as United States Senator. He said during the dinner, that, shortly after the dedication of the cemetery at Gettysburg, the President told this story at a cabinet meeting. Thad. Stevens was asked by some one, the morning of the day appointed for that ceremony, where the President and Mr. Seward were going. To Gettysburg, was the reply. But where are Stanton and Chase? continued the questioner. At home, at work, was the surly answer; let the dead bury the dead. This was some months previous to the Baltimore Convention, when it was thought by some of the leaders of the party, that Mr. Lincoln's chances for a re-nomination were somewhat dubious. Levee night occurring weekly, during the regular season, was always a trying one to the President. Whenever sympathy was express
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s made by some one to Jones, the sculptor, whose bust of Mr. Lincoln was in the crimson parlor below. The President, I thinkPennsylvania Avenue. The carriage had been ordered, and Mrs. Lincoln, who was to accompany us, had come down at the appointe, who was in advance, caught sight of the tall figure of Mr. Lincoln, absorbed in his letter. His wife and the little boys w Then leaving them, he slowly made a half circuit around Mr. Lincoln, watching him intently all the while. At this point, ha extend the same privilege to his wife and little boys? Mr. Lincoln good-naturedly approached the latter, who had remained w and interesting to me by a variety of stories, of which Mr. Lincoln's mind was so prolific. Something was said soon after wem were compelled to pay to the public. Great men, said Mr. Lincoln, have various estimates. When Daniel Webster made his tit was thought by some of the leaders of the party, that Mr. Lincoln's chances for a re-nomination were somewhat dubious.
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-He has an idea of painting a picture of us all together. This, of course, started conversation on the topic of art. Presently a reference was made by some one to Jones, the sculptor, whose bust of Mr. Lincoln was in the crimson parlor below. The President, I think, was writing at this instant. Looking up, he said, Jones tells aJones tells a good story of General Scott, of whom he once made a bust. Having a fine subject to start with, he succeeded in giving great satisfaction. At the closing sitting he attempted to define and elaborate the lines and markings of the face. The General sat patiently; but when he came to see the result, his countenance indicated decided displeasure. Why, Jones, what have you been doing? he asked. Oh, rejoined the sculptor, not much, I confess, General; I have been working out the details of the face a little more, this morning. Details? exclaimed the General, warmly; the details! Why, my man, you are spoiling the bust! At three o'clock the President
Jack (search for this): chapter 13
on was going through the town, a barefooted little darkey boy pulled the sleeve of a man named T., and asked,--What the folks were all doing down the street? Why, Jack, was the reply, the biggest man in the world is coming. Now, there lived in Springfield a man by the name of G.,--a very corpulent man, Jack darted off down the sJack darted off down the street, but presently returned, with a very disappointed air. Well, did you see him? inquired T. Yees, returned Jack; but laws — he ain't half as big as old G. Shortly afterward, he spoke of Mr. Ewing, who was in both President Harrison's and President Taylor's cabinet. Those men, said he, were, you know, when elected, both oJack; but laws — he ain't half as big as old G. Shortly afterward, he spoke of Mr. Ewing, who was in both President Harrison's and President Taylor's cabinet. Those men, said he, were, you know, when elected, both of advanced years, -sages. Ewing had received, in some way, the nickname of Old Solitude. Soon after the formation of Taylor's cabinet, Webster and Ewing happened to meet at an evening party. As they approached each other, Webster, who was in fine spirits, uttered, in his deepest bass tones, the wellknown lines,-- O Solitude
Thaddeus Stevens (search for this): chapter 13
h other, Webster, who was in fine spirits, uttered, in his deepest bass tones, the wellknown lines,-- O Solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? The evening of Tuesday I dined with Mr. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury, of whom I painted a portrait in 1855, upon the close of his term as United States Senator. He said during the dinner, that, shortly after the dedication of the cemetery at Gettysburg, the President told this story at a cabinet meeting. Thad. Stevens was asked by some one, the morning of the day appointed for that ceremony, where the President and Mr. Seward were going. To Gettysburg, was the reply. But where are Stanton and Chase? continued the questioner. At home, at work, was the surly answer; let the dead bury the dead. This was some months previous to the Baltimore Convention, when it was thought by some of the leaders of the party, that Mr. Lincoln's chances for a re-nomination were somewhat dubious. Levee night occur
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