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The man of many minds who upon the surface, at least, is variable is not thought of ordinarily as a great leader.
And yet in some of the greatest of men a surface variableness has not in the long run prevented a consummate achievement.
There is
Caesar, to be pondered upon by all who consider such men second rate.
And in American history, there is
Lincoln.
His life as man of action brings this out well enough.
He wavered during many years, hesitating between politics and law, not drivingly conscious of his main bent.
Still more clearly is this brought out by his personal life and by those literary and mystical phases that are linked so intimately with the personal.
The changes of his mood are at times bewildering.
He is often like a wayfarer passing through successive strata of light and darkness, the existence of which does not seem to be explained by circumstance, of whose causes neither he nor his observers have explanation.
Did they arise from obscure powers within?
Were they the reaction of an ultra-sensitive nature to things without that most people were not able to perceive?
He speaks of himself in one of his letters as superstitious.
Should the word give us a hint?
Whatever theory of him shall eventually prevail, it is sure to rest on this fact: he was a shrouded and a mysterious character, a man apart, intensely reticent, very little of whose inner life has been opened to the world.
It is significant that he was not precocious.
The touching picture, preserved in several memories—the lonely, illiterate boy with a passion for reading, indulging the passion at night by a cabin fire—this picture has nothing of early cleverness.
Of the qualities that appear after his advent, it is the moral not the mental ones that were clearly foreshadowed in his youth.
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