The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-10-17
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The November number of PUtnan's Mana
zine winds it up as a distinctive periodical,
and hereafter it will be merged in the new
Scrtdner's Illustrated Magazine, which will
be issued shortly under the editorial super
vision of Timothy Titcomb" DIR. Holland).
The contents of the November number of
Putnam are as follows
The Man in the Moon" Prof. Schele de
We're; French Influence at the Vatican"
Rev. DR.. Keatinge "Lota's Missionary Field"
''Susan Coolodge;" "About Dogs, Socially"
Caroline A. Halbert; 'The Fortunes of
Ahmed, James w. Morris; "The American
Language, w. w. Crane; s'Mr. Lincoln and
the Petitioners, a record from the Executive
Chamber, M. Wentworth; "AWoman' s Right"
X, Mrs. M. @. Ames; ga Pilgrimage to Pc
king, Rev. e. w. Syle, Shanghai; 'The
Fourth of September in Paris, Young
American; Literature at Home;" ''Title and
Contents to the Sixth Volume"
From the very interesting paper entitled
''Mr. Lincoln and his Petitioners" by NJ
Wentworth, we extract this portien
Many times the President started to 90 to
his private room; but sad faces pressing up
the stairway stopped him as he was crossing
the hall, and he went back again.
DO, kind President, grant my request :"
IuS WOludu . VOICE was very plalnClV9, ana
large tears were falling, but she made no
sound of crying
''No, no, l cannot 1 cannot, good
woman-I cannot I might grant such
requests a thousand a day. can't turn
the Government inside out and upside over
L can't please everybody. 1 must do my duty
stern duty as see it. Nobody wants their
friends drafted-nobody wants them taken as
deserters. He shonld not have been absent
lnrrr hn noha ~ ho.r AL
self the appearance of deserter. How do I
know-how does anybody know-how does
the War Department know-that he did not
intend to stay upon the boat where the SOL
diers found him? How does anybody know
that he didn't think about his furlough being
ended? Didn't think! That was his bust,
ness to think. am sorry. Everybody ought
to be sorry for those who do wrong When
be knew the laws, why did he break them
When he knew the penalty, why did he
bring it upon himself?
''You plead for him, and tell me how up-
right he is. That's all very well. 1t is easy
for us to overestimate the goodness of those
we love. You are his neighbor. 1t is very
kind in you to come SO far and plead so
strongly; butt can't can't do anything
for you!"
please, President Lincoln"
mo, no. no, no! | can't WON'T WON'T"
and he sprang to his feet, but in an instant
resumed his former position in his chair, and
leaned forward to snap the little bell
''Oh! OH"
1t was a sound of intense grief, dis
appointment, and surprise, all mingled
together: coming up so from the heart as this
peculiar sound did, it arrested the hand upon
the bell, lifted the eyes that were growing
cold and stern to the pleading face of the
woman before him. She had left her chair,
and stood so near that her clothes brushed
against him. Heavy were the lines upon her
face-lines of care and sorrow; earnest were
the tear-dimmed eyes.
''Do, kind sir, consider my case moment
more-oh, President Lincoln Remember,
you were poor once-and-and-"
Had no friends, do you mean ?" he inter-
rupted, almost scornfuly.
'No-oh, no had a feao friends-tried
and true friends, who would never forsake
you. Only one of them 1 know-One who
is alike friend to you and to me. For his
sake-for our dear Lords sake-grant my
petition !"
There was a striking solemnity in her
whole attitude; and the President turned verv
pale, his eyes misty, sad, and then sadder, as
he repeated, slowly and reverently:-
For our dear Lords sake !"
Here are three hundred dollars it was
made up by his neighbors. CouIdn you
save him from an ignominious death, which
ne does not deserve !-no, he does not de-
serve!"
''Take back your money !" cried the Presi-
dent, throwing away from him her extended
hand. "Take it back 1 do not want it !"
Only an instant his hand and voice were
raised, and then he resumed kindlv:-
II shall not have your money, good woman:
the War Department will not have it. Take
it back where it came from, and you shall
take back his release. Your petition shall be
wholly granted.
''Oh, President Lincoln believe you are
a Christian. l thank God for it. Twill prav
for you every day with my whole heart. "
Il have need of your prayers; have need
of all the prayers that can be offered for me. /"
''Ob, Mr.. Lincoln, that is the Chris
tian spirit-that is faith in Jesus! Oh. let
me hear you say that you believe in Him /"
81 do" was the solemn answer. 'I be-
lieve in my Saviour"
And when she arose to depart, the Presi
dent also arose and opened the door for her,
and led her through the outer door and across
the hall to the head of the staircase, and
shook hands, said ''good-by," and went
back again to receive more and still more
petitioners.
1t was past three o'clock; the Executive
Mansion was silent and dark, with only the
shaded light beside the President as he sat
with folded hands aud mournful eyes alone.
Mr. President your Honor" said woman
in a languid voice, opening and closing her
pale-blue eyes, 'Mr. President, your Honor"
she repeated with a slight emphasis, and