The Papers And Writings Of Abraham Lincoln — Volume 2: 1843-1858. Lincoln Abraham

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      TO JAMES BERDAN

SPRINGFIELD, April 26, 1846

      DEAR SIR: — I thank you for the promptness with which you answered my letter from Bloomington. I also thank you for the frankness with which you comment upon a certain part of my letter; because that comment affords me an opportunity of trying to express myself better than I did before, seeing, as I do, that in that part of my letter, you have not understood me as I intended to be understood.

      In speaking of the "dissatisfaction" of men who yet mean to do no wrong, etc., I mean no special application of what I said to the Whigs of Morgan, or of Morgan & Scott. I only had in my mind the fact that previous to General Hardin's withdrawal some of his friends and some of mine had become a little warm; and I felt, and meant to say, that for them now to meet face to face and converse together was the best way to efface any remnant of unpleasant feeling, if any such existed.

      I did not suppose that General Hardin's friends were in any greater need of having their feelings corrected than mine were. Since I saw you at Jacksonville, I have had no more suspicion of the Whigs of Morgan than of those of any other part of the district. I write this only to try to remove any impression that I distrust you and the other Whigs of your country.

      Yours truly,

      A. LINCOLN.

      TO JAMES BERDAN

SPRINGFIELD, May 7, 1866

      DEAR SIR: — It is a matter of high moral obligation, if not of necessity, for me to attend the Coles and Edwards courts. I have some cases in both of them, in which the parties have my promise, and are depending upon me. The court commences in Coles on the second Monday, and in Edgar on the third. Your court in Morgan commences on the fourth Monday; and it is my purpose to be with you then, and make a speech. I mention the Coles and Edgar courts in order that if I should not reach Jacksonville at the time named you may understand the reason why. I do not, however, think there is much danger of my being detained; as I shall go with a purpose not to be, and consequently shall engage in no new cases that might delay me.

      Yours truly,

      A. LINCOLN.

      VERSES WRITTEN BY LINCOLN AFTER A VISIT TO HIS OLD HOME IN INDIANA

(A FRAGMENT)

      [In December, 1847, when Lincoln was stumping for Clay, he crossed into Indiana and revisited his old home. He writes: "That part of the country is within itself as unpoetical as any spot on earth; but still seeing it and its objects and inhabitants aroused feelings in me which were certainly poetry; though whether my expression of these feelings is poetry, is quite another question."]

         Near twenty years have passed away

         Since here I bid farewell

         To woods and fields, and scenes of play,

         And playmates loved so well.

         Where many were, but few remain

         Of old familiar things;

         But seeing them to mind again

         The lost and absent brings.

         The friends I left that parting day,

         How changed, as time has sped!

         Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,

         And half of all are dead.

         I hear the loved survivors tell

         How naught from death could save,

         Till every sound appears a knell,

         And every spot a grave.

         I range the fields with pensive tread,

         And pace the hollow rooms,

         And feel (companion of the dead)

         I 'm living in the tombs.

VERSES WRITTEN BY LINCOLN CONCERNING A SCHOOL-FELLOW WHO BECAME INSANE — (A FRAGMENT)

         And when at length the drear and long

         Time soothed thy fiercer woes,

         How plaintively thy mournful song

         Upon the still night rose

         I've heard it oft as if I dreamed,

         Far distant, sweet and lone;

         The funeral dirge it ever seemed

         Of reason dead and gone.

         Air held her breath; trees with the spell

         Seemed sorrowing angels round,

         Whose swelling tears in dewdrops fell

         Upon the listening ground.

         But this is past, and naught remains

         That raised thee o'er the brute;

         Thy piercing shrieks and soothing strains

         Are like, forever mute.

         Now fare thee well! More thou the cause

         Than subject now of woe.

         All mental pangs by time's kind laws

         Hast lost the power to know.

         O Death! thou awe-inspiring prince

         That keepst the world in fear,

         Why dost thou tear more blest ones hence,

         And leave him lingering here?

      SECOND CHILD

TO JOSHUA P. SPEED

      SPRINGFIELD, October 22, 1846.

      DEAR SPEED: — You, no doubt, assign the suspension of our correspondence to the true philosophic cause; though it must be confessed by both of us that this is rather a cold reason for allowing a friendship such as ours to die out by degrees. I propose now that, upon receipt of this, you shall be considered in my debt, and under obligations to pay soon, and that neither shall remain long in arrears hereafter. Are you agreed?

      Being elected to Congress, though I am very grateful to our friends for having done it, has not pleased me as much as I expected.

      We have another boy, born the 10th of March. He is very much such a child as Bob was at his age, rather of a longer order. Bob is "short and low," and I expect always will be. He talks very plainly, — almost as plainly as anybody. He is quite smart enough. I sometimes fear that he is one of the little rare-ripe sort that are smarter at about five than ever after. He СКАЧАТЬ