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We shall see further on how this rude civilization crystallized both his logic and his wit for use in another day.
Reverting again to Mr. Lincoln as a lawyer, it is proper to add that he detested the mechanical work of the office.
He wrote few papers — less perhaps than any other man at the bar. Such work was usually left to me for the first few years we were together.
Afterwards we made good use of students who came to learn the law in our office.
A Chicago lawyer,
W. C. Whitney, Ms. in a letter to me about Mr. Lincoln, in 1866, says: Lincoln once told me that he had taken you in as a partner, supposing you had system and would keep things in order, but that he found out you had no more system than he had, but that you were in reality a good lawyer, so that he was doubly disappointed.
Lincoln knew no such thing as order or method in his law practice.
He made no preparation in advance, but trusted to the hour for its inspiration and to Providence for his suppli
evinced a fancy for some poem or short sketch to which his attention was called by some one else, or which he happened to run across in his cursory reading of books or newspapers.
He never in his life sat down and read a book through, and yet he could readily quote any number of passages from the few volumes whose pages he had hastily scanned.
In addition to his well-known love for the poem Immortality or Why should the spirit of mortal be proud, he always had a great fondness for Oliver Wendell Holmes' Last Leaf, the fourth stanza of which, beginning with the verse, The mossy marbles rest, I have often heard him repeat.
He once told me of a song a young lady had sung in his hearing at a time when he was laboring under some dejection of spirits.
The lines struck his fancy, and although he did not know the singerhaving heard her from the sidewalk as he passed her house — he sent her a request to write the lines out for him. Within a day or two he came into the office, carrying in