proud?" A member of Congress from Ohio came into his presence in a state of unutterable intoxication, and sinking into a chair, exclaimed in tones that welled up fuzzy through the gallon or more of whisky that he contained, "Oh, why should (hic) er spirit of mortal be proud?”

"My dear sir," said the President, regarding him closely, I see no reason whatever."

A prominent Senator was charged with an attempt to swindle the government out of some millions. The President said he could not understand why men should be so eager after wealth. "Wealth," said he, "is simply a superfluity of what we don't need."

A few months after, the rebellion collapsed, the country rejoiced in the peace that had been so long hoped for but so long delayed, and Abraham Lincoln was the world's hero. A few days later the bullet of a madman ended his career, and a world mourned.

I saw him, or what was mortal of him, on the mournful progress to his last resting-place, in his coffin. The face was the same as in life. Death had not changed the kindly countenance in any line. There was upon it the same sad look that it had worn always, though not so intensely sad as it had been in life. It was as if the spirit had come back to the poor clay, reshaped the wonderfully

sweet face, and given it an expression of gladness that he had finally gone "where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.” The face had an expression of absolute content, of relief, at throwing off a burden such as few men have been called upon to bear-a burden which few men could have borne. I had seen the same expression on his living face only a few times, when, after a great calamity, he had come to a great victory. It was the look of a worn man suddenly relieved.

Wilkes Booth did Abraham Lincoln the greatest service man could possibly do for him-he gave him peace.

DAVID R. LOCKE.

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