Year: 1860

Parent!


At Clifton Springs, N. Y, Judge Doug.
las lifted bis voice and announced to the
people-'I have found my mother ~
And the Jenkins of the Buffalo Courier
gravely records that "after his speech, he
returned to the residence of his mother,
about two miles from the Springs, where
he was to spend Sunday"


Candidate Douglas took very circuit
Gus route to find his mother, though be
must have heard from her as will appear
by the following maternal epistles-the
first from Vermont and the second from
Maine. They "speak for themselves"


AT HoME, Sept 5, 1860.
DEAR STEPHEN II am sorry l was not
at home when you was here. II is too bad
for you to come so far TO see your old
mother and not see her, and not see you.
But you will be rewarded for it; a dutiful
child always prospers, as you know l used
to tell you, when you was smaller sucker
than you are now. What good boy you
are, Stephen, to call yourself the Little
Sucker, Just out of respect to your young
erly days and your mother who bore and
nursed you. If l don't live to see you
President, l can die with the hope of as
surance that you are dutiful son.


should have sent letter TO you be-
fore, if l had have known where to send it.
l would think, now III send letter to
Stephen at some place where l heard you
was, but the next heard you wasn't there.
Everybody used to say you was the spryest
boy for a short-legged one they ever see.
l am glad you hold out so well now you
are a man.


am sorry you have been to so much
trouble to find me. 1t seems 10 me, though,
you needn't thought was down South
amongst the niggers, cause you know l
never did think much of niggers; don't
wonder you thought likely as not l was
down in Rhode Island amongs The CLAIMS,
cause l always did love CLAIMS, and if you
are any like me you love them good deal
better than you do niggers.


wish sometimes, Stephen, you wasn't
in politics. They're ticklish things. There
was an election here yesterday. The Black
Republicans are tickled to death about it.
They are hooraying and yelling about Pop
Squat Democracy, and say it's blown to
kingdom come, and that you've gone after
it and your mother. This is pretty stuff
to be hollering about, ain'tit? l was pro-
voked last nig ght, to hear one of the Wide
Awakes, as they call them, call you gone
sucker. What do they want to nickname
you for? Why can't they call you what
you ought to be, the Little Sucker? Our
nearest neighbor, and good friend to you,
has been in this morning, and says its all
over with the Democracy in Vermont; he
says they are four thousand worse off than
ever before. l don't like these politics.


If l had been here when you was, |
could have shown you your fathers grave,
which is right here, and that would have
saved you the trouble of hunting fer it
down in New Hampshire and Maine. I'm
sorry was gone. I'm going to have some
grave stones put up.


l want TO see you very much; l hope
you'll come on again sometime, and I'll try
and be at home. l have got old and shan't
journey much more, though l want to visit
our friends in Maine and Pennsylvania,
this fall. 1 think of going down to Maine,
next week, and l will write to you from
there, if l hear you get this letter.


Be carefulSof your health, Stephen
You will take it kind from your mother, |
know, when advise you to 60 righ; home
to Illinoy aud rest. 1t will be better for
your throat, and your stomach, and the
gout you have hanging about you, than
travelling and talking SO much.


Your ANXIOUS MOTHER.