The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-10-14
PRESIDENT LINCOLN.
A Nevand True story Told OF the
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PRESIDENT LINCOLN.
A Nevand True story Told Of the
Late President. q ,@" Hilf e..
From Dickens All the Year Round.
During the summer of the most disas-
trous and doubtful year Of the late
American war, the Colonel ofa New
Hampshire regiment lay for several
weeks extremely III of cdmp fever, near
Hampton Roads, in Virginia. Hearing
ofhis critical condition, his wife left her
Nortlerni, home, and, after much diff
Guilty, made her way to his bedside
Her cheerful presence and careful .1urs-
ing SO far restored him that he was fit in
's short time to be transferred to Wash.
ingtdn. -.f' .......... ....-.
In the Potomac riverthe steamer In
which the invalid officer, Colonel Scott
and his family had taken passage, was
sunk, in a collision with larger vessel
in the night time. The crew and near.
ly all the soldiers on board were rescued
or saved themselves; bat amid the hor.
rible confusion ofthe scene, Col. Scott
BECAME separated from his wife, and
she was lost. The Col. was picked up In
the water by the crew Of the larger
steamer, aud under his directions every
eff6rt was made to discover his wife, OF
rather her. body, for all hope Of finding
her alive was Soon abandoned. The
sad search ,was fruitlsss; it was, resumed
on the following morning, the people
along.the shore, humane Confede rates
lending their aid. But the gray, sullen
river refused to give up its dead, and the
young officer, half frantic with grief,
YSvas compelled to 60 on to Washington.
-Nithin a week, however, he received
word that the body had been washed on
she ire that those good country people,
generous foes, had secured, cared for it,
and were keeping it for him. -----. '- '-''-.-
II happened that just at that time i'm.
pelative orders were issued from the
wa Department prohibiting all inter.
course with the peninsula-a necessary
preraution against the premature dis.
closure Of important military plans. Sc
it was with some misgsvings that Col.
Scdtt applied to Mr.. Secretary Stanton
Dr. leave to return to Virginia OH his
melancholy duty. ss.s ...l
"Impossible, Colonel" replied Mr.
Stanton; mo one can have leave to &C
down the river, at this time, on any pri
vate mission whatever. Our present
eXigencies demand the most stl ingen,
regulations, and hope need not say
to you that no merely persona lconsider
alton should be allowed tointerfere with
great national interests. Your case is q
sad one, but this Is Il critical, perilous
cruel time The dead must bury the
dead" ~f
The Colonel swouid have entreated
butthe busy Secretary cut him shor
with another, impossible" from
which there was absolutely no appeal
He went forth from the presence, ant
returned to the hotel quite overwhelm
ed.
Fortunately he was that afternoo,
visited by friend, to whom he told th'
&pry Of his unsuccessful application an,
81 perplexity, and who immediatel.
exclaimed, "why not apply to the Pres
ident.." ,.,.s s..
The Colonel had but little hope, bu
ack nowledging that the plan was wortl
trying, drove to the White House.
They were too late. It was Saturda.
evening, and President Lincoln ha
gone to spend Sunday at Soldiers Rest
his summer retreat. rhis wars but fe,
miles from town, and the Colonel's in
domi& sable friend proposed that the
should follow him, and they went
There was then n popular belief that al
/ the wraised, theitfulbled and suflerin
could find refuge in "Father Abra
hams capacous hosom;" a belief thq
was not far out of the way. Yet ther
was times when overburiencd, wearie
/ tortured, the patriarch. longed to c!ea
that asylum of its forlorn inmates,
! nolI ilhu DAt uiiu uOublS iOSA ~ uSuIE
the world; times when life became to
| hard and perplexing for his genial, hol
est nature, too serious and tragic all
rascaiiy'a a thing by half.
1t happened, unluckily: that til
poor Col. and his friend found the Pre-
ident,in one Of his most respondent an
disguised moods. He was in his lit
private parlor. alone in the gloaming.-
He was ,loungins loosely in large rocl
Ny chair, jutting,it over in all dire
tions,I1oc Hisslippercd feet were exalte
his rough bead was thrown back, b
long throat bare-he was in his shi
ikleeves. Yes, dear, fastidious Englis
reader, it was genuine Yankee abdndo
rTlnake the most Off.
He turned upon his visitors with
look OF almost savage inquiry. The
was, indeed, in his usually pleasa1
eyes, wild, angry gleam-a somethin
Like the glare ofa worried animal
EBAY. a.
Colonel Scott proceeded very modes
Hysto tell his story; but the President il
terrupted him, to say ybrusquely, "Go
I.Efanffin. this ia his husiness ,,