Identifier: abrahamlincol2791shep (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln : a character sketch
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Sheppard, Robert Dickinson, b. 1846 Adam, G. Mercer (Graeme Mercer), 1830-1912 Shepardson, Francis Wayland, 1862-1937. The life of Lincoln Smith, Goldwin, 1823-1910. The early days of Abraham Lincoln
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Presidents
Publisher: Chicago : Union School Furnishing Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: State of Indiana through the Indiana State Library

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vation and com-prehensiveness of view. It was fortunate for Lincoln thatthe questions with which he had to deal, and with which ABRAHAM LINCOLN. I 37 his country and the world proclaim him to have dealt, onthe whole, admirably well, though not in their magnitudeand importance, were completely within his ken, and hadbeen always present to his mind. Reconstruction wouldhave made a heavier demand on the political science ofClarys Grove. But that task was reserved for other hands.* The foregoing article, written a number of years ago for a volume of Lec-tures and Essays, originally printed for private circulation, we have the kindpermission of the author to reproduce here. To bring it within the scope of ourpages, the essay has been considerably abridged. Despite the latter fact, thepaper will doubtless prove acceptable to our readers, as it presents some in-teresting phases in the early career of Lincoln not usually met with in later-dayoritlquea. Q. M. A., Ed. 8. C. 138 ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
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ANECDOTES AND CHARACTERISTICS OF LINCOLN. LINCOLNS ADDRESS AT SPRINGFIELD BEFORE GOINGTO HIS INAUGURATION. Then came the central incident of the morning. Oncemore the bell gave notice of starting; but as the conduc-tor paused with his hands lifted to the bell-rope, Mr. Lin-coln appeared on the platform of the car, and raised hishand to command attention. The bystanders bared theirheads to the falling snow-flakes, and standing thus hisneighbors heard his voice for the last time, in the city ofhis home, in a farewell address so chaste and patheticthat it reads as if he already felt the tragic shadow offorecasting fate: My Friends: No one not in my situation can ap-preciate my feeling of sadness at this parting. To thisplace and the kindness of these people I owe everything.Here I have lived a quarter of a century, and have passedfrom a young to an old man. Here my children havebeen born, and one is buried. I now leave, not knowingwhen, or whether I may ever return, with a task beforeme

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