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well-meant greetings of the miscellaneous assemblage.
Never shall I forget the electric thrill which went through my whole being at this instant.
I seemed to see lines radiating from every part of the globe; converging to a focus at the point where that plain, awkward-looking man stood, and to hear in spirit a million prayers, “as the sound of many waters,” ascending in his behalf.
Mingled with supplication I could discern a clear symphony of triumph and blessing, swelling with an everincreas-ing volume.
It was the voice of those who had been bondmen and bondwomen, and the grand diapason swept up from the coming ages.
It was soon my privilege, in the regular succession, to take that honored hand.
Accompanying the act, my name and profession were announced to him in a low tone by one of the assistant private secretaries, who stood by his side.
Retaining my hand, he looked at me inquiringly for an instant, and said, “Oh yes; I know; this is the painter.”
Then straightening himself to his full height, with a twinkle of the eye, he added, playfully, “Do you think, Mr. C-, that you can make a handsome picture of me?”
emphasizing strongly the last word.
Somewhat confused at this point-blank shot, uttered in a tone so loud as to attract the attention of those in immediate proximity, I made a random reply, and took the occasion to ask if I could see him in his study at the close of
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