The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1869-09-10
WHOLE NUMBER SAT.


for you, Colonel. AS for your wife,
9 she's at rest, and I wish l weren
Saying this, the President leaned
back YEARLY in his chair aud closed
his eyes, not noticing except by a
, slight wave of his hand, the depart
ure OF his visitors. IL
l am not ashamed to confess that
my hero tossed restlessly that night
upon a pillow wet with manly tears,
that he was desperate and resentful.
utterly unreconciled to the dscrees of
Providence and the War Dabart-
ment, and that he thought Abrshasu
Lincoln as hard as he was ugly, aud
as inhuman as he was ungainly.
Toward morning he fell asleep, and
slept late. Before he was fully dress
ed, there came quick knock at the
door OF his chamber, and he opened
it to President Lincoln. ~
j The good man came forward, pale
and eager, tears glistening in his
eyes, and grasped the Colouefs
hand, saying: II treated You bru-
tally last night. I ask your pardon.
l wa; utterly tired out, badgered TO
death. generally become about as
savage as wild cat by Saturday
might, drained dry of the milk of
human Kindness | must have SEEM
ed to you the very gorilla the rebels
paint me. | Was sorry enough for it
when you were gone / could not
sleep = moment last night, so
thought III drive into town in the
cool OF the morning and make it all
hight Fortunately, | had little diff
Guilty in fading yon'
"fhIs j. very good OF you, Mr..
President, said the Colonel, deeply
moved
"No, 1t isn't; hut That was very
bad of me LIST light. i never sho'd
have forgiven myself il I had LETT
that piece Of ugly work stand
That was noble wife Of yours,
Colonel. Ipu were a happy man to
have such noble woman to love
you; and you mus: he good fellow
or such q woman would never have
risked so much tor yOl. And what
grand women there are in these
times, coloael. What angels of de-
votion and mercy, and how brave
and pluclly-going everywhere at the
call of duty, facing every danger.-
tell you, II it. were not for the
women we should all go to the devil,
and should deserve to. They are
the salvation of the nation Now
come, Colonel, my carriage is at the
door. I'll drive YOU to the War De-
partment, and well see Stanton about
this matter"
Even at that early hour they found
The Secretary at his post. The Pres
ident pleaded the case of Colonel
Scott, and not only requested that
leave of absence should be given
him, but that steamer should be
sent down the river expressly to
b,ing up the body of his wife. '.Hu-
maniiY, Mr. Stanton ;" said the good
President, his homely face transfg-
ured with the glow of earnest. ten
der feeling, "bumanity should over
rule considerations of policy, and
even military necessities in matters
like this"
The Secretary was touched, and he
said something of his regret at not
having felt himself at liberty to
grant Colonel Scotps request in the
first place. ...
NO, no, Mr.. Stanton said the
President, 'yeu did right in adher-
Ing TO your own rules, you are the
right man for this place. If we had
such q soft headed old fool as I here,
there would be no rules or regula-
tions that the army of the country
could depend upon. But this is
peculiar case. Only think of that
poor womant'
OF course, the impossible" was
To the surprise of the Colonel,
the President insisted on driving him
to the Navy Yard, to see that the
order was carried out
Immediately, seeming to have ner-
vous fear that some obstacle might
be thrown in the way of the pious
expedition. He waited at the land
ing till all was ready, then charged
the officers OF the steamer TO give
every assistance and attention to his
friend, Colonel Scott. With him he
shook hands warmly at parting, say
Ing, Sod bless you, my dear fel-
low, I hope you will have no more
trouble in this sad affsir-and, Colo
mel, try 10 forget last night-' ia
Away up in New Hampshire
there is q certain grave
carefully watched and tended by
faithful love. Bat every April time {!
the violets on that mound speak not
alone OF the womanly sweetness and
devotion of her who sleeps below
hey are tender and fearful with the
memory of the murdered President.