menu_book Chapter 6

part six of lincoln's yarns and stories by alexander k mcclure this librivox recording is in the public domain part six a really great general do you know general a inquirried the president one day to a friend who had dropped in at the white house certainly but you are not wasting any time thinking about him are you was the rejoinder oh you wrong him responded the president he is a really great man a philosopher how do you make that out he isn't worth the powder and ball necessary to kill him so i've heard the military men say the friend remarked he is a mighty thinker the president returned because he has mastered that ancient and wise admonition know thyself he has formed an intimate acquaintance with himself knows as well for what he is fitted and unfitted as any man living without doubt he is a remarkable man this war has not produced anything like him

how is it you are so highly pleased with general a all at once for the reason replied mr lincoln with a merry twinkle of the eye greatly to my relief and to the interests of the country he has resigned the country should express its gratitude in some substantial way Shrunk up north. There was no member of the cabinet from the South when Attorney General Bates handed in his resignation, and President Lincoln had a great deal of trouble in making a selection. Finally, Titian F. Coffey consented to fill the vacant place for a time, and did so until the appointment of Mr. Speed. In conversation with Mr. Coffey, the president quaintly remarked,

My cabinet has shrunk up north, and I must find a southern man. I suppose if the Twelve Apostles were to be chosen nowadays, the shrieks of locality would have to be heeded. Lincoln adopted the suggestion. It is not generally known that President Lincoln adopted a suggestion made by Secretary of the Treasury, Salmon P. Chase, in regard to the Emancipation Proclamation, and incorporated it in that famous document. After the President had read it to the

members of the Cabinet, he asked if he had omitted anything which should be added or inserted to strengthen it. It will be remembered that the closing paragraph of the Proclamation reads in this way, and upon this act, sincerely believed to be an act of justice warranted by the Constitution, I invoke the considerate judgment of mankind and the gracious favor of Almighty God. President Lincoln's draft of the paper ended with the word mankind,

and the words and the gracious favor of Almighty God were those suggested by Secretary Chase. Something for Everyone It was the President's overweening desire to accommodate all persons who came to him soliciting favors, but the opportunity was never offered until an untimely and unthinking disease which possessed many of the characteristics of one of the most dreaded maladies confined him to his bed at the white house the rumor spread that the president was afflicted with this disease while the truth was that it was merely a very mild attack of varioloid the office seekers didn't know the facts and for once the executive mansion was clear of them

one day a man from the west who didn't read the papers but wanted the post office in his town called at the white house the president being then practically a well man saw him the caller was engaged in a voluble endeavor to put his capabilities in the most favorable light when the President interrupted him with the remark that he would be compelled to make the interview short, as his doctor was due. Why, Mr. President, are you sick? queried the visitor. Oh, nothing much, replied Mr. Lincoln, but the physician says he fears the worst. What worst, may I ask? Smallpox, was the answer, but you needn't be scared. I'm only in the first

stages now. The visitor grabbed his hat, sprang from his chair, and without a word, bolted for the door. Don't be in a hurry, said the president placidly. Sit down and talk a while. Thank you, sir, I'll call again, shouted the westerner, as he disappeared through the opening in the wall. Now, that's the way with people, the president said, when relating the story afterward. When I can't give them what they want, they're dissatisfied and say harsh things about me.

But when I've something to give to everybody, they scamper off. Too many pigs for the teats. An applicant for a sutlership in the army relates this story. In the winter of 1864, after serving three years in the Union army and being honorably discharged, I made application for the post-settlership at Point Lookout. My father being interested, we made application to Mr. Stanton, the Secretary of War. We obtained an audience,

and were ushered into the presence of the most pompous man I ever met. As I entered, he waved his hand for me to stop at a given distance from him, and then put these questions, viz. Did you serve three years in the Army? I did, sir. Were you honorably discharged? "'I was, sir. Let me see your discharge.' I gave it to him. He looked it over and then said, "'Were you ever wounded?' I told him yes at the Battle of Williamsburg, May 5, 1861.

He then said, "'I think we can give this position to a soldier who has lost an arm or leg, he being more deserving.' And he then said, "'I looked hardy and healthy enough to serve three years more. He would not give me a chance to argue my case. The audience was at an end. He waved his hand to me. I was then dismissed from the august presence of the Honorable Secretary of War. My father was waiting for me in the hallway, who saw by my countenance that I was

not successful. I said to my father, let us go over to Mr. Lincoln. He may give us more satisfaction. He said it would do me no good, but we went over. Mr. Lincoln's reception room was full of ladies and gentlemen when we entered. My turn soon came. Lincoln turned to my father and said, Now, gentlemen, be pleased to be as quick as possible with your business, as it is growing late. My father then stepped up to Lincoln and introduced me to him. Lincoln then said,

Take a seat, gentlemen, and state your business as quickly as possible. There was but one chair by Lincoln, so he motioned my father to sit, while I stood. My father stated the business to him as stated above. He then said, Have you seen Mr. Stanton? We told him yes, and that he had refused. He, Mr. Lincoln, then said, Gentlemen, this is Mr. Stanton's business. I cannot interfere with him. He attends to all

these matters, and I am sorry I cannot help you. He saw that we were disappointed, and did his best to revive our spirits. He succeeded well with my father, who was a Lincoln man, and who was a staunch Republican. Mr. Lincoln then said, Now, gentlemen, I will tell you what it is. I have thousands of applications like this every day, but we cannot satisfy all for this reason, that these positions are like office seekers, there are too many pigs for the teats. The ladies

who were listening to the conversation placed their handkerchiefs to their faces and turned away. But the joke of old Abe put us all in a good humor. We then left the presence of the greatest and most just man who ever lived to fill the presidential chair. Greeley carries Lincoln to the lunatic asylum. No sooner was Abraham Lincoln made the candidate for the presidency of the Republican Party in 1860

than the opposition began to lampoon and caricature him. In the cartoon here reproduced, which is given the title of The Republican Party Going to the Right House, Lincoln is represented as entering the lunatic asylum, riding on a rail, carried by Horace Greeley, the great abolitionist.

Lincoln, followed by his fellow cranks, is assuring the latter that the millennium is going to begin and that all requests will be granted. Lincoln's followers are depicted as those men and women composing the free love element, those who want religion abolished, Negroes who want it understood that the white man has no rights his black brother is bound to respect. Women suffragists, who demand that men be made subject to female authority. Tramps,

who insist upon free lodging houses. Criminals, who demand the right to steal from all they meet. And toughs, who want the police forces abolished so that the boys can run with the machine and have a muss whenever they feel like it, without interference by the authorities. The Last Time He Saw Douglas Speaking of his last meeting with Judge Douglas, Mr. Lincoln said,

One day Douglas came rushing in and said he had just got a telegraph dispatch from some friends in Illinois urging him to come out and help set things right in Egypt, and that he would go, or stay in Washington, just where I thought he could do the most good. I told him to do as he chose, but that probably he could do best in Illinois. Upon that, he shook hands with me and hurried away to catch the next train.

I never saw him again. Hurt His Legs Less Lincoln was one of the attorneys in a case of considerable importance, court being held in a very small and dilapidated schoolhouse out in the country. Lincoln was compelled to stoop very much in order to enter the door,

and the seats were so low that he doubled up his legs like a jackknife. Lincoln was obliged to sit upon a school bench, and just in front of him was another, making the distance between him and the seat in front of him very narrow and uncomfortable. His position was almost unbearable, and in order to carry out his preference, which he secured as often as possible, and that was to sit as near to the jury as convenient, he took advantage of his discomfort and finally said to the judge on the

bench, Your Honor, with your permission, I'll sit up nearer to the gentleman of the jury, for it hurts my legs less to rub my calves against the bench than it does to skin my shins. A Little Shy or Grammar When Mr. Lincoln had prepared his brief letter accepting the presidential nomination, he took it to dr newton bateman the state superintendent of education mr schoolmaster

he said here is my letter of acceptance i am not very strong on grammar and i wish you to see if it is all right i wouldn't like to have any mistakes in it the doctor took the letter and after reading it said there is only one change i would suggest mr lincoln you have written it shall be my care to not violate or disregard it in any part. You should have written not to violate. Never split an infinitive is the rule. Mr. Lincoln took the manuscript, regarding it a moment with a puzzle

there. So you think I better put those two little fellows into end, do you, he said, as he made the change. His first satirical writing. Reuben and Charles Grigsby were married in Spencer County Indiana, on the same day to Elizabeth Ray and Matilda Hawkins, respectively. They met the next day at the home of Reuben Grigsby, Sr., and held a double infare to which most of the county was invited, with the exception of the Lincolns. This Abraham duly resented, and it resulted in his first

attempt at satirical writing, which he called the Chronicles of Reuben. The manuscript was lost and not recovered until 1865, when a house belonging to one of the Grigsby's was torn down. In the loft, a boy found a roll of musty old papers, and was intently reading them when he was asked what he was doing. Reading a portion of the scriptures that haven't been revealed yet, was the response. This was Lincoln's Chronicles, which is herewith given. The Chronicles of Reuben. Now, there was a

man whose name was Reuben, and the same was very great in substance, in horses and cattle and swine and a very great household. It came to pass when the sons of Reuben grew up that they were desirous of taking to themselves wives, and being too well known as to honor in their own country, they took a journey into a far country, and there procured for themselves wives. It came to pass also that when they were about to make the return home, they sent a messenger before

them to bear the tidings to their parents. These, inquiring of the messenger what time their sons and wives would come, made a great feast, and called all their kinsmen and neighbors in, and made great preparation. When the time drew nigh, they sent out two men to meet the grooms and their brides, with a trumpet to welcome them and to accompany them. When they came near into the house of Reuben, the father, the messenger, came before them, and gave a shout, and the whole

multitude ran out with shouts of joy and music, playing on all kinds of instruments. Some were playing on harps, some on viols, and some blowing on ram's horns. Some also were casting dust and ashes toward heaven, and chief among them all was Josiah, blowing his bugle and making sounds so great the neighbouring hills and valleys echoed with the resounding acclamation. When they had played and their harps had sounded till the grooms and brides approached the gates, Reuben,

the father, met them and welcomed them to his house. The wedding feast being now ready, they were all invited to sit down and eat, placing the bridegrooms and their brides at each end of the table. Waiters were then appointed to serve and wait on the guests. When all had eaten and were full and merry, they went out again and played and sung till night. And when they had made an end of feasting and rejoicing, the multitude dispersed, each going to his own home.

The family then took seats with their waiters to converse, while preparations were being made in two upper chambers for the brides and grooms. This being done, the waiters took the two brides upstairs, placing one in a room at the right hand of the stairs and the other on the left. The waiters came down, and Nancy, the mother, then gave directions to the waiters of the bridegrooms, and they took them upstairs, but placed them in the wrong rooms. The waiters

then all came downstairs. But the mother, being fearful of a mistake, made inquiry of the waiters, and, learning the true facts, took the light and sprang upstairs. It came to pass she ran to one of the rooms and exclaimed, Oh Lord Reuben, you are with the wrong wife. The young men, both alarmed at this, ran out with such violence against each other they came near knocking each other down. The tumult gave evidence to those below that the mistake was certain. At last they

They all came down and had a long conversation about who made the mistake, but it could not be decided. So ended the chapter. The original manuscript of the Chronicles of Reuben was last in the possession of Redmond Grigsby of Rockport, Indiana.

A newspaper which had obtained a copy of the Chronicles sent a reporter to interview Elizabeth Grigsby, or Aunt Betsy, as she was called, and asked her about the famous manuscript and the mistake made at the double wedding. Yes, they did have a joke on us, said Aunt Betsy. They said my man got into the wrong room and Charles got into my room, but it wasn't so. Lincoln just broke that for mischief. Abe and my man often laughed about that.

Likely to do it. An officer, having had some trouble with General Sherman, being very angry, presented himself before Mr. Lincoln, who was visiting the camp, and said, Mr. President, I have a cause of grievance. This morning I went to General Sherman and he threatened to shoot me. Threatened to shoot you? asked Mr. Lincoln. Well, in a stage whisper, if I were you, I would keep away from him. If he threatens to shoot, I would not trust him,

for I believe he would do it. The Enemy or Arne Early in the presidential campaign of 1864, President Lincoln said one night to a late caller at the White House. We have met the enemy and there aren't. I think the cabal of obstructionists are busted. I feel certain that if I live, I'm going to be re-elected. Whether I deserve to be or not, it is not for me to say. But on the score, even of remunerative chances for speculative

service, I now am inspired with the hope that our disturbed country further requires the valuable services of your humble servant. Jordan has been a hard road to travel, but I feel now that, notwithstanding the enemies I have made and the faults I have committed, I'll be dumped on the right side of that stream. I hope, however, that I may never have another four years of such anxiety, tribulation, and abuse. My only ambition is, and has been, to put down the rebellion and restore

peace, after which I want to resign my office, go abroad, take some rest, study foreign governments, see something of foreign life, and in my old age die in peace with all of the good of God's creatures. And here I am. An old acquaintance of the president visited him in Washington. Lincoln desired to give him a place. Thus encouraged the visitor, who was an honest man but wholly inexperienced in public affairs or business, asked for a high office superintendent of the Mint. The president was

aghast and said, good gracious, why didn't he ask to be secretary of the treasury and have done with it? Afterwards, he said, well now, I never thought Mr. Blank had anything more than average ability when we were young men together, but then I suppose he thought the same thing about me, and here I am, safe as long as they were good. At the celebrated peace conference, where there was much powwow and no result, President Lincoln, in response to certain

remarks by the Confederate commissioners, commented with some severity upon the conduct of the Confederate leaders, saying that they had plainly forfeited all right to immunity from punishment for their treason. Being positive and unequivocal in stating his views concerning individual treason, his words were of ominous import. There was a pause during which Commissioner Hunter regarded the Speaker with a steady, searching look. At length, carefully measuring

his words, Mr. Hunter said, Then, Mr. President, if we understand you correctly, you think that we of the Confederacy have committed treason, are traitors to your government, have forfeited our rights, and are proper subjects for the hangman. Is not that about what your words imply? Yes, replied President Lincoln, you have stated the proposition better than I did,

that is, about the size of it. Another pause, and a painful one succeeded, and then Hunter, with a pleasant smile, remarked, Well, Mr. Lincoln, we have about concluded that we shall not be hanged as long as you are president, if we behave ourselves. And Hunter meant what he said. Smelt no royalty in our carriage. On one occasion, in going to meet an appointment in the southern part of the Sucker State, that section of Illinois called Egypt,

Lincoln, with other friends, was traveling in the caboose of a freight train when the freight was switched off the main track to allow a special train to pass. Lincoln's more aristocratic rival, Stephen A. Douglas, was being conveyed to the same town in this special. The passing train was decorated with banners and flags

and carried a band of music, which was playing Hail to the Chief. As the train whistled past, Lincoln broke out in a fit of laughter and said, Boys, the gentleman in that car evidently smelt no royalty in our carriage. Hell a mile from the White House Ward Lehman told this story of President Lincoln, whom he found one day in a particularly gloomy frame of mind.

Lehman said, The President remarked as I came in, I fear I have made Senator Wade of Ohio my enemy for life. How? I asked. Well, continued the President, Wade was here just now, urging me to dismiss Grant, and in response to something he said, I remarked, Senator, that reminds me of a story.

What did Wade say? I inquired of the President. He said, in a petulant way, the President responded, It is with you, sir, all story, story. You are the father of every military blunder that has been made during the war. You are on your road to hell, sir, with this government by your obstinacy, and you are not a mile off this minute. What did you say then? I good-naturedly said to him, the President replied, Senator, that is just about from here to the Capitol, is it not?

He was very angry, grabbed up his hat and cane, and went away. His Glass Hack President Lincoln had not been in the White House very long before Mrs. Lincoln became seized with the idea that a fine new barouche was about the proper thing for the First Lady of the Land. The President did not care particularly about it one way or the other,

and told his wife to order whatever she wanted. Lincoln forgot all about the new vehicle and was overcome with astonishment one afternoon. When having acceded to Mrs. Lincoln's desire to go driving, he found a beautiful barouche standing in front of the door of the White House. His wife watched him with an amused smile, but the only remark he made was, Well, Mary, that's about the slickest glass hack in town, isn't it? Leave him kicking.

Lincoln, in the days of his youth, was often unfaithful to his Quaker traditions. on the day of election in eighteen forty word came to him that one radford a democratic contractor had taken possession of one of the polling places with his workmen and was preventing the whigs from voting Lincoln started off at a gate which showed his interest in the matter at hand. He went up to Radford and persuaded him to leave the polls, remarking at the same time, Radford, you'll spoil and blow if you live much longer. Radford's prudence prevented an actual

collision, which it is said Lincoln regretted. He told his friend Speed he wanted Radford to show fight so that he might knock him down and leave him kicking. Who commenced this fuss? President Lincoln was at all times an advocate of peace, provided it could be obtained honorably and with credit to the United States.

As to the cause of the Civil War, which side of Mason and Dixon's line was responsible for it, who fired the first shots, who were the aggressors, etc., Lincoln did not seem to bother about. He wanted to preserve the Union above all things. Slavery, he was assured, was dead,

but he thought the former slaveholders should be recompensed. To illustrate his feelings in the matter, he told this story. Some of the supporters of the Union cause are opposed to accommodate or yield to the South in any manner or way because the Confederates began the war,

were determined to take their states out of the Union, and consequently should be held responsible to the last stage for whatever may come in the future. Now this reminds me of a good story I heard once when I lived in Illinois. A vicious bull in a pasture took after everybody who tried to cross the lot, and one day a neighbor of the owner was the victim. This man was a speedy fellow and got to a friendly tree ahead of the bull, but not in

time to climb the tree. So he led the enraged animal a merry race around the tree, until finally succeeding in seizing the bull by the tail. The bull, being at a disadvantage, not able to either catch the man or release his tail, was mad enough to eat nails. He dug up the earth with his feet, scattered gravel all around, bellowed until you could hear him for two miles or more, and at length broke into a dead run, the man hanging on to his tail all the time.

While the bull, much out of temper, was legging it to the best of his ability, his tormentor, still clinging to the tail, asked, Darn you, who commenced this fuss? It's our duty to settle this fuss at the earliest possible moment, no matter who commenced it.

That's my idea of it. End of Part 6