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VI.
On the evening of February 4th, 1864, I went to
Washington.
Shortly after noon of the following day, I rang the bell at
Mr. Lovejoy's residence on Fifteenth Street. To my sorrow, I found him very ill; but it was hoped by his friends that he was then improving.
Though very feeble, he insisted upon seeing me, and calling for writing materials, sat up in bed to indite a note introducing me to the
President.
This, handed to me open; I read.
One expression I have not forgotten, it was so like
Mr. Lincoln himself, as I afterward came to know him. “I am gaining very slowly.--It is hard work drawing the sled up-hill.”
And this suggests the similarity there was between these men.
Lovejoy had much more of the agitator, the reformer, in his nature, but both drew the inspiration of their lives from the same source, and it was founded in sterling honesty.
Their modes of thought and illustration were remarkably alike.
It is not strange that they should have been bosom friends.
The President called repeatedly to see him during his illness; and it was on one of these occasions that he said to him, “This war is eating my life out; I have a strong impression that I shall not live to see the end.”
Mr. Lovejoy's health subsequently improved, and for a change he went to
Brooklyn, N. Y., where, it will be remembered,
