Abraham Lincoln (1897) (14591161788)

Identifier: abrahamlincol1479coff (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Coffin, Charles Carleton, 1823-1896 Independent Order of Odd Fellows. Sovereign Grand Lodge
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Presidents
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant



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l —he obedient, kind, andtender. Returning to Spring-field, he found his oldfriends of Xew Salemthere to shake handswith him once more;among them HannahArmstrong, whose son he defended when accused of murder. I am afraid that those bad people will kill you,* said Hannah.Well, they cant do it but once, the reply.()It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was setting when IsaacColgate called. They talked of old times, of those whom he used toknow in !New Salem. Mr. Lincoln spoke tenderly of Ann Eutledge. I have ever loved the name of Eutledge. I loved Ann honestly, truly,dearly. She was beautiful, intellectual, good. I think of her often.()So he unbosomed himself to his dear old friend in the twilight ofthat winter evening. His business in Springfield was closed, his trunks packed. He en-Feb. 10. tered the office of Lincoln & Herndon to bid his partner fare-1861. ^ell. He was weary, and threw himself upon the lounge. Hewas once more looking far awav. He broke the silence at last.
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THE CHAPM.\N HOUSE, CHARLESTON, ILL.(Where Abraham Lincoln bade farewell to his step-mother. From a photo-graph taken by the author in October, 1890.) THE ELECTION. 217 Billy, how long have we been together? Over sixteen years. We havent had a cross word during all that time, have we ? Not one. The old smile was upon his face as he went over the past. Dont take down the sign, Billy; let it swing that our clients mayunderstand that the election of a President makes no change in the firmof Lincoln & Herndon. He took a farewell glance at the room—thebooks, the table, the chairs. Together the partners descended the stairs. Oh, Billy, I am sick of ofiice-holding, and I shudder when I thinkof what is before me. The chances are that I never shall return. The old sadness was upon him. Oh, that is an illusory notion. It is not in harmony or keepingwith the popular ideal of a President, the remark of Herndon, whodid not know what else to say. But it is in keeping with my philosophy. Good-