Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-09-20

that ain't me. There's another man
 named Lincoln living in Massachusetts,
 and the votes were no doubt cast for
 him. ,
 Tt was just before dinner" !" relates
 ono of those present, *and as he passed
 Through the hall of the tavern he took
 aoWn from the wall the gong used to
 announee meals and had it under the
 oenter table i'll the parlor. The thing
 made deafening noise when struck
 and had 80 often disturbed our morning
 Plumbers that Lincoln had threatened more than once to do away with it. Meanwhile the instrument had been
 missed, and the landlord and all hands
 eommenced a thorough search for 1t over
 the house, and even into the stable, but
 without success. At last Lincoln began < 70 look so guilty and foolish that at his
 Request we stole into the parlor, and
 Nhlle 1 held the door he slipped the
 gong from under the table, hung 1t
 again i'll its accustomed place on the
 wall, and then the man who had less
 fhan an hour before received the notice 8of his vote for vice president at the hlladelphia convention, ran up stairs
 70 his room, three steps at jump. D @ Lincoln was fond of music, although Hannable to produce any himself He often ssef evenings at the tavern or when riding through the country would require Ward
 R1 Lamon to sing some of the songs for which the latter was justly famous. ' One little sad song, ;" relates Lamon, E a simple ballad entitled Twenty Years
 go, Was above all others, his favorite. a1e had no especial fondness for operatic Iluslc. He loved simple ballads and <tles, such as the common people sing, A@hether of the comic CT pathetic kind, aspat no one i'll the list touched his great lieart as did the song of Twenty Years |&ag go. Many time ill the old days of gun familiar friendship on the Illinois s'lfcult and after at the White House, sSVhen he and I were alone, have I seen |'llm Ill tears while I was rendering ill ny sa poor Way that homely melody. The #h #hoiiowlng verses seemed to affect MT. < sP.iheeln more deeply than any other.
 se wandered to the village Tom: I've sat
 beneath the tree
 p0n e she ed,, sehoohouse playground that shelter @ sNY none one were left to greet me, Tom, and few #fvt We're left to know
 '-0 played {l y with us upon the green some twen-
 Near by the spring upon the elm, you know.
 cut your name - $ Your sweefheart5s i,, e4 Ia,.1.41 # rra,, &S you did mine the same
 .ta5 nesat tlless wretch has peeled the bark ESJust ee s@ss a5 eyl13ng yl3g sure, but slow,
 G eae uled whose name you cut some twenty years ago
 ' eaisa aasS have , long Leen dry. Tom, but tears tlought Of her | love1 sa well thoaa oarl,, #, ;, broken ties. ess so "eii' lhoSe carry 'Sifga aa,, the old churchyard and took some pun the graves of those we loved some twenty # years ago." ~ f'o'.'o w ''Aisy N- ms song undoubtedly awakened in p,.., D.. lincoln 8 mind the memory of Anne asutieelge, and the peculiar charm and ~ son.hnent ln its lines carried him back - .ne days of his first love. Larnon ea1lSs 1ses' Fms IS the song MT. Lincoln th Fe'1iea Tor and the one I sang to him in ,4-a. 1le vicinity of Antietam battlefield. and .aieh the New York World distorted sa saso such revoltiag and deplorable of oss. 1oea oqflng the political campaign saa ioo4. lie was at the time weary and aaa sl'u. As knew it would, the song only ' Tslslsaed Fl his sadness. I then did what e.a ii,su eease many times before-I recall. ,slil I ilsil rom the it cf melancholy in eas,; ,sa ae Vas nrsne to descend by q sp;aa,zs.sil' ssil' ' sil sillg5isg sslsp a saa5ch from of " Y eile isl.i4e1, Wlliell br laa the asssl son,a,,-,, 4',sae sssu and rest r5 Ana is ', 7, 1asla lass sss'esasfs q es: h,.,. tie rhythnlc :
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