Part 27 (1/2)

”CABINET” TALK.

Like all persons whose early life was pa.s.sed in seclusion from the exhibitions common in society eager for anything to animate jaded nerves, Mr. Lincoln at Was.h.i.+ngton sought distractions in his brief intervals for them. One of the _shows_ he tolerated--he called all sights so--was the seances of Charles E. Shockle--”Phoebus!

what a name!” This medium came to the capital in 1863, under eminent auspices, and the President and his wife, members of the Cabinet, and other first citizens were induced to patronize the illusions.

The spirits were irreverent, ”pinching Stanton's and plucking Welles'

beard.” As for the President, a rapping at his feet announced an Indian eager ”to communicate.”

”Well, sir,” said the President, ”happy to hear what his Indian majesty has to say. We have recently had a deputation of the red Indians, and it was the only deputation, black, white, or red, which did not volunteer advice about the conduct of the war!”

The writing-under-cover trick was played. A paper covered with Mr.

Stanton's handkerchief was found before the President, scrawled with marks interpreted as advice for action, by Henry Knox--no one knew him--but the lecturer said he was the first secretary of war in the Revolution. The recipient said it was not Indian talk!

He transferred it to Mr. Stanton as concerning his province. He asked for General Knox's forecast as to when the rebellion would be put down. The reply was a jumble of wild truisms purporting to be from great spirits, from Was.h.i.+ngton to Wilberforce.

”Well,” exclaimed the President, ”opinions differ as much among the saints as among the--ahem--sinners!” He glanced at the _cabinet_ whence the materialized specters were to emerge if called upon, and added: ”The celestials' talk and advice sound very much like the talk of _my_ Cabinet!”

He called for Stephen A. Douglas, as his dearest friend, [Footnote: Stephen Arnold Douglas was so patriotic at the Rebellion's outbreak that Lincoln forgave him all the politically, hostile past.

Douglas held his new silk hat--Lincoln's abhorrence--at the first inauguration. Douglas left the field for home, where he a.s.sisted in raising the first volunteer levy by his eloquence.] to speak, if not appear. The reporter affirms that a voice like the lamented ”Little Giant's” was heard and if others thought they recognized it the President must have been more affected than he allowed. But the eloquent statesman also breathed plat.i.tudes in which the ill.u.s.trious auditor said he believed, ”whether it comes from spirit or human.”

Here Mr. Shockle became prostrated, and Mrs. Lincoln compa.s.sionately suggested an adjournment. The Spiritualists did not see the sarcasm in Mr. Lincoln's remarks, and claim that he was not only a convert, but that he was himself a medium. [Footnote: There is serious evidence for this fact; he was, at all events, a Spiritualist. See _Was Lincoln a Spiritualist?_ By Mrs. Nettie Colburn Maynard (1891).]

ON THE BLISTER-BENCH.

At the taking of Elizabeth City, North Carolina, 1862, the steamer _Valley City_ was saved from blowing up by a gunner's-mate. This John Davis coolly sat on a powder-keg from which the top had been shot off, and was so found by an officer, who hastily censured him for his loafing--”b.u.mming” during recess. But, on the reason for his taking his seat being pointed out, Davis was recommended for promotion.

In countersigning the papers ent.i.tling him to the rank of gunner, at a thousand a year for life, the President mock-solemnly observed:

”Metaphorically, we occupy the same position; _we_ are sitting on the powder under fire!”

”ABE, A THUNDERING OLD GLORY!”

Ex-Registrar Chittenden tells the following incident. It was the 14th of April, 1865. Captain Robert Lincoln, on General Grant's staff, had brought the details of the victory of Appomattox, and the gratified chief had pa.s.sed the day with the Cabinet revolving those plans of reconstruction which amazed all the world by their exclusion of all bitterness and retaliation. He was coming down the White House stairway to take his accustomed ride in the carriage when he heard a soldier in the waiting crowd say:

”I would almost give my other hand (he was one-armed) if I could shake Abe Lincoln's hand!”

Lincoln confronted him. ”You shall do that, and it shall cost you nothing!” interrupted the revivified President, grasping the lone hand, and, while he held it, he asked the man's name, regiment, etc.

The happy soldier, in telling of this meeting, would end: ”I tell you, boys, Abe Lincoln is a thundering Old Glory!”