Part 44 (1/2)

”That review yonder,” returned Lincoln gently, as he smiled, ”is about as big as ours!”--(By General O. O. Howard.)

REST!

Sitting before his desk in his office, at the White House, Lincoln quaintly uttered: ”I wish George Was.h.i.+ngton or some of those old patriots were here in my place so that I could have a little rest.”--(Heard by General Viele.)

”I CAN BEAR CENSURE, BUT NOT INSULT!”

An army officer appeared before the President with a statement of his defense against a sentence of cas.h.i.+ering. He was told that his own paper did not warrant the superior interference. But he showed up twice more, repeating the plea and the version of his own preparation.

At the continued repulse he blurted out:

”I see, Mr. President, that you are not disposed to do me justice!”

If Lincoln was the embodiment of any one virtue it was justice to all.

At this slur he sprang up and put the fellow out of the door by a lift of his collar, saying:

”Never show yourself in this room again! I can bear censure, but not insult!”

A BATTLE OF ROSES.

At every reverse to the Unionists, the more or less secret sympathizers with the seceders reiterated the cry that gentler measures should be used against ”our erring brothers.” To one such pleader, the President severely, but humorously, responded, in writing:

”Would you have me drop the war where it is, or would you prosecute it in future with elder-stalk squirts charged with rose-water?”

Mr. Lincoln may or may not have said this and thus--but he certainly _wrote_ it, for which see his letter to C. Bullitt, July 28, 1862. Guns of elder squirts are mentioned by his dear Shakespeare.

”HELP ME LET GO!”

The year 1862 had its gold in the victories of Murfreesboro and Perryville in the West, but in the neighborhood of the capital General Burnside's defeat at Fredericksburg, while his supporters counted on his justifying his superseding McClellan, clouded all Was.h.i.+ngton. The staff-officer [Footnote: An account says it was Governor Curtin in person.] who brought the painful news saw that the President was so saddened that he faltered an apology for the nature of his mission.

”I wish, Mr. President, that I might be the bearer of good instead of bad news--I wish I brought the intelligence by which you could conquer or get rid of these rebellious States!”

His hearer smiled at the essay to cheer him, who believed he would ”never sleep again,” and related, with a view to enliven him also, the story of ”Help me let go.”

The version, circulating viva voce, ran as follows: