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astonished visitor. No; the man was obliged to confess that he never had tried it. Mr. Lincoln called a servant, had the bottle wrapped up, and handed it to the bald philanthropist. "Therc," said he, "go and rub some of that on your head. Persevere. They say it will make your hair grow. Come back in about three months and report." And almost before he knew it the good man was outside of the door with the package under his arm.


In all the great emergencies of his closing years Mr. Lincoln's reliance upon Divine guidance and assistance was often extremely touching..

"I have been driven many times to my knees," he once remarked, "by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom, and that of all about me, seemed insufficient for that day."

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Story of Andy Johnson and His Doubtful Interest in Prayers.

Col. Moody. the fighting Methodist parson," as he was called in Tennessee, while attending a conference in Philadelphia, met the President and related to him the following story, which we give as repeated by Mr. Lincoln to a friend.

"He told me," said Lincoln, "this story of Andy Johnson and General Buel which interested me intensely:

The Colonel happened to be in Nashville the day it was reported that Buel had decided to evacuate the city. The Rebels, strongly re-enforced, were said to be within two days' march of the capitol. Of course the city was greatly excited.

Moody said he went in search of Johnson, at the edge of the evening, and found him at his office closeted with two gentlemen, who were walking the floor with him, one

on each side.

As he entered, they retired, leaving him

alone with Johnson, who came up to him, manifesting intense feeling, and said:

"Moody, we are sold out.

Buel is a traitor. He is

going to evacuate the city, and in forty-eight hours we will all be in the hands of the Rebels!"

Then he commenced pacing the floor again, twisting his hands and chafing like a caged tiger, utterly insensible to his friend's entreaties to become calm. Suddenly he

turned and said:

"Moody, can you pray?"

"That is my business, sir, as a minister of the gospel, returned the Color.el.


Well, Moody, I wish you would pray," said Johnson, and instantly both went down upon their knees, at opposite sides of the room.

As the prayer waxed fervent Johnson began to respond in true Methodist style. Presently he crawled over on his hands and knees to Moody's side and put his arm over him, manifesting the deepest emotion. Closing the prayer with a hearty "Amen" from each, they arose.

Johnson took a long breath and said with empha


Moody, I feel better."

Shortly afterwards he asked:



Will you stand by me?"

Certainly I will,” was the answer.

"Well, Moody, I can depend upon you; you are one in a hundred thousand."

He then commenced pacing the floor again. Suddenly he wheeled, the current of his thought having changed, and said:

"Oh! Moody, I don't want you to think I have become a religious man because I asked you to pray. I am sorry to say it, I am not, and never pretended to be, religious. No one knows this 'better than you, but, Moody, there is one thing about it-I do believe in Almighty God! and I believe also in the Bible, and I say, dn me if Nashville shall be surrendered!"

And Nashville was not surrendered.


A Soldier that Knew No Royalty. Captain Mix, the commander at one period of the President's body-guard, told this story to a friend:

On their way to town one sultry morning, from the Soldiers' Home, they came upon a regiment marching into the city. A "stragler," very heavily loaded with camp equipage, was accosted by the President with the question:

My lad, what is that?" referring to the designation of his regiment.

"It's a regiment," said the soldier curtly, plodding on, his gaze bent steadily upon the ground.

"Yes, I see that," responded the President, "but I want to know what regiment."

"Pennsylvania," replied the man in the same tone, looking neither to the right nor the left.

As the carriage passed on, Mr. Lincoln turned to Captain Mix and said, with a merry laugh:

"It is very evident that fellow smells no blood of 'royalty' in this establishment."

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