Herewith is a litter pheter, or your requestin_ Thew is not much of it, for the reams, I suffow, that there is for panse of po If anything he now out of it, I wish it to be modest, and poł to до виданий If it was thougft pecessary to incorporate anything from any of pay Spenches. I poffor the amen has no objection of come it funt not appears расте рабить я прези A. Lincol I was boon Feb. 12. 1809, in Wardin berunty, Kentiety My parents were both bow in Wingerica, of undisting becomes familie, Jonhaps I shrew. سنه quishen families in my mother, who drew in my north year, of a family of name of tanks year, was of a some of whom nou pesiew in Adams, and others in Macow counties, Illinois My petence granas father. Abraham Lincoln, emigration from Rock= inglane County, Riginia to Kentucky, about 17810 2. where, a year Killerby indians, not air battle, but by stentle, when h was laboing to open a form in the forest His queeston, who wen quaters, went to Virginea from Berks Coung, Pennsylvania_ Ameffort to istentify them with the New Englaner fanis, and now in nothing more definets, than a pinilang of in both famelies, such as Enoch, Levi. Morecer, Solomar, Abraham, aver bhustian names the lake of the car namo My father, at the death of his father wa but sise gears of age; grew up, He remorca litterally withone education from Kentucky to what is now Spenew conny, Inais and, in my eighths year- We reachice our new home about the time the Stowe came into the denowa It вим with pray a wild region, wild anomal, stile in th stile in the woom - There I grew were some school, so caller, but no over regrinds of or teacher, beyouar qualificator was over regrinds of unitting and ciphering to the Rubs of reading, writing, and The If a struggle, chaschinen to toponn Buy pe the neighborhoow, he was looked upon as wizzard_ There was absolutly nothing to excite ambition for excucations. Of cours адом на como when I came of not know much. Stile somehow, I could pea psite, and cipher to the Rule of threw, but that was all I have not been to school pinco The filth aswance II now hero I now have por this plow of educa прого time, I have hand pickers who frous time to terms increa; the pressure of recent tile I I was paised to farms work, which I continuar in Sangamon, that tim mone in theward count, when d stow Then came the Black. Hout war, and I was elected a a success whice gand pues mas plaasund than any I have ham and I went to campaign, was plater, now for the Legislator tits same year (1832) and was beater - the only time I ever have been beaten by the people Thement, and threw succeeding brennial elections, I was chasin Legislatur_ I was for a canotaato afterumos. During this Legistatim perion I had studies have, and removes to Springfield to make practice its In 1846 I was once election to the lower House of borgen Was not a cam didate for election _ frour 1849 to 1854, lock en to the سمتمنه inclusus, practices four more arrechously then every before - Always a why in politics, and generally pho whey plostorne ticker, making action cans pas loving interest in polities, wher the repeal of the Messoun Compromir aconse mo again. What I have slow since thewi pretty well known. سا If any personal description of me is thought to desirable, it may height, pix fact, four mehr, read; hear in flesh, weyling ar on averages, one hundress and eighty pounds; darts complexions with course black hair, and gray eyes. no other marker or hands pecollection Washington, DC. Heach 26.17/14 Her the undersigned hereby certify that the firegoing statement is in the hands conting of Abraham Lincsen. Daird Dairs Lyman Frumbull. Charles Sumner VIRGINIA A. FRAZER. 483 1861-1865. HE cry for "Freedom" or for "Death" resounds, On! on! they come ! the while the scythe of gray The granaries of Death heap high with sheaves. Steel clashes steel! and now the twofold cry Bursts from the stern lips of the nation's head, The patriot's cry for "Union," "Freedom" rings Through all the land, and echoes mid the dead. And patriotism swells the surging tide, With mighty hosts unnumbered as the stars- On! on! and now the banners of the South Bend low to meet the kiss the dying give; Now Lincoln's hand has caught the Union flag, To sternly meet the stern decree of fate. And now a horror falls upon the land, The pulses of the North beat wild and high; The weary Southland sees her last hope fade, And, with the dream of Lincoln, droop and die. |