The times., 1890-02-07

with the town, and was overjoyed when
friend showed him the principal sights.
In one place he met an old acquaintance,
aud Mr.. Raymond has told the following
anecdote of that meeting. Lincoln said
to the old friend: "Well, how have you
got along since you left Illinois,"
swell, have made 500, 200, and lost
it; and how is it with you, Abe?"
"Oh, pretty well. own my house in
Springfield and have got $1,000 in cash.
If they make me vice president with
Senator Seward, as some say they will, l
hope shall be able to increase what I
have to 10000, and that's as much as
any man ought to want"
So Lincoln was worth about $4,000
when he was elected president, and he
regarded 500, 900 as enough for any man.
Mr.. Raymond also is authority for
another anecdote. Mr.. Lincoln was
taken to photograph gallery on the
corner of Broadway and Bleecker street,
where he sat for the only picture that
was taken of him in New York. Here
happened to be the historian George Ban
croft, and the two men were introduced.
"The contrast between the men was
striking. The one courtly and precise i'm
every word and gesture, with the air of
transatlantic statesman; the other awk-
ward, his every utterance ar apology for
his ignorance of metropolitan manners
and customs"
81 am on my way to Massachusetts"
said he to Mr.. Bancroft, "where have
a son at school, who, if report be true,
already knows more than his father"
This son was at Harvard, and he has
since followed the example of Bancroft
in becoming a cabinet minister and the
representative of the United States at
the court of one of the principal Euro
pean nations.
On this trip to Massachusetts, Mr.. Lin
coin made three or four stump speeches.
One was at Hartford, where club ar
rayed in Waterproof capes aud caps and
bearing torches escorted him to the hail.
This was new form of the torchlight
parade which has long been an i'm
portant feature of political campaigns.
He also spoke in Norwich, Conn.,, and
after the speech he entertained in his in
imitable way little company in his
room at the hotel. Runors OF his fun
loving propensity had reached the ears
of the politicians there, and they decided
to send for local wit of great repute to
come and swap stories with Abe Lincoln.
This was Judge Trumbull, of Stoning-
ton, Conn.,, an educated man, but bub-
bling over with fun and possessing q
vast store of anecdotes, which he told
with the charm of consummate actor.
In his room Mr.. Lincoln kicked off his
boots, rested his feet in chair and be-
gan to tell a yarn, to which Judge Trum-
bull replied with another. Lincoln was
delighted, and he matched the Judge
with stories until dawn. He was to take
the 6 o'clock train in the morning for
Worcester, but he declared that Judge
Trumbull had given him more rest than
a nights sleep would do.
But when he was aboard the train and
met the Rev. DR.. Gulliver, now a pro-
fessor in Andover seminary, who had
arisen specially to take the ride to Wor-
cester with him, there was no sign of the
nights pleasure. Dr. Gulliver was inn
pressed with the sadness and earnestness
with which Lincoln talked of the black
cloud that was beginning to lower over
the country.
When DIR. Gulliver learned afterwards
that Lincoln had spent the night with
the local wits he could hardly believe it,
for it seemed impossible to him that
man who talked with the solemnity and
earnestness that Lincoln did to him could
have just come from nights EARNING
with the story tellers.
That was phase of his nature that
was afterward revealed to many, and
seems almost inexplicable.