Lincoln's Yarns and Stories [101]
of the times.
"They have pervaded the country from New England to Louisiana; they are neither peculiar to the eternal snows of the former, nor the burning sun of the latter.
"They are not the creatures of climate, neither are they confined to the slave-holding or non-slave-holding States.
"Alike they spring up among the pleasure-hunting Southerners and the order-loving citizens of the land of steady habits.
"Whatever, then, their cause may be, it is common to the whole country.
"Many great and good men, sufficiently qualified for any task they may undertake, may ever be found, whose ambition would aspire to nothing beyond a seat in Congress, a gubernatorial or Presidential chair; but such belong not to the family of the lion, or the tribe of the eagle.
"What! Think you these places would satisfy an Alexander, a Caesar, or a Napoleon? Never!
"Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored.
"It seeks no distinction in adding story to story upon the monuments of fame, erected to the memory of others.
"It denies that it is glory enough to serve under any chief.
"It scorns to tread in the footpaths of any predecessor, however illustrious.
"It thirsts and burns for distinction, and, if possible, it will have it, whether at the expense of emancipating the slaves or enslaving freemen.
"Another reason which once was, but which to the same extent is now no more, has done much in maintaining our institutions thus far.
"I mean the powerful influence which the interesting scenes of the Revolution had upon the passions of the people, as distinguished from their judgment.
"But these histories are gone. They can be read no more forever. They were a fortress of strength.
"But what the invading foeman could never do, the silent artillery of time has done,the levelling of the walls.
"They were a forest of giant oaks, but the all-resisting hurricane swept over them and left only here and there a lone trunk, despoiled of its verdure, shorn of its foliage, unshading and unshaded, to murmur in a few more gentle breezes and to combat with its mutilated limbs a few more rude storms, then to sink and be no more.
"They were the pillars of the temple of liberty, and now that they have crumbled away, that temple must fall, unless we, the descendants, supply the places with pillars hewn from the same solid quarry of sober reason.
"Passion has helped us, but can do so no more. It will in future be our enemy.
"Reason--cold, calculating, unimpassioned reason--must furnish all the materials for our support and defense.
"Let those materials be molded into general intelligence, sound morality, and, in particular, a reverence for the Constitution and the laws; and then our country shall continue to improve, and our nation, revering his name, and permitting no hostile foot to pass or desecrate his resting-place, shall be the first to hear the last trump that shall awaken our Washington.
"Upon these let the proud fabric of freedom rest as the rock of its basis, and as truly as has been said of the only greater institution, 'the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.'"
TOM CORWINS'S LATEST STORY.
One of Mr. Lincoln's warm friends was Dr. Robert Boal, of Lacon, Illinois. Telling of a visit he paid to the White House soon after Mr. Lincoln's inauguration, he said: "I found him the same Lincoln as a struggling lawyer and politician that I did in Washington as President of the United States, yet there was a dignity and self-possession about him in his high official authority. I paid him a second call in the evening. He had thrown off his reserve somewhat, and would walk up and down the room with his hands to his sides and laugh at the joke he was telling, or at one that was told to him. I remember one story he told to me on this occasion.
"Tom Corwin, of Ohio, had been down to Alexandria, Va., that day and had come back and told Lincoln a story which pleased him so much that he broke out in a hearty laugh and said: 'I must tell you Tom Corwin's latest. Tom
"They have pervaded the country from New England to Louisiana; they are neither peculiar to the eternal snows of the former, nor the burning sun of the latter.
"They are not the creatures of climate, neither are they confined to the slave-holding or non-slave-holding States.
"Alike they spring up among the pleasure-hunting Southerners and the order-loving citizens of the land of steady habits.
"Whatever, then, their cause may be, it is common to the whole country.
"Many great and good men, sufficiently qualified for any task they may undertake, may ever be found, whose ambition would aspire to nothing beyond a seat in Congress, a gubernatorial or Presidential chair; but such belong not to the family of the lion, or the tribe of the eagle.
"What! Think you these places would satisfy an Alexander, a Caesar, or a Napoleon? Never!
"Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored.
"It seeks no distinction in adding story to story upon the monuments of fame, erected to the memory of others.
"It denies that it is glory enough to serve under any chief.
"It scorns to tread in the footpaths of any predecessor, however illustrious.
"It thirsts and burns for distinction, and, if possible, it will have it, whether at the expense of emancipating the slaves or enslaving freemen.
"Another reason which once was, but which to the same extent is now no more, has done much in maintaining our institutions thus far.
"I mean the powerful influence which the interesting scenes of the Revolution had upon the passions of the people, as distinguished from their judgment.
"But these histories are gone. They can be read no more forever. They were a fortress of strength.
"But what the invading foeman could never do, the silent artillery of time has done,the levelling of the walls.
"They were a forest of giant oaks, but the all-resisting hurricane swept over them and left only here and there a lone trunk, despoiled of its verdure, shorn of its foliage, unshading and unshaded, to murmur in a few more gentle breezes and to combat with its mutilated limbs a few more rude storms, then to sink and be no more.
"They were the pillars of the temple of liberty, and now that they have crumbled away, that temple must fall, unless we, the descendants, supply the places with pillars hewn from the same solid quarry of sober reason.
"Passion has helped us, but can do so no more. It will in future be our enemy.
"Reason--cold, calculating, unimpassioned reason--must furnish all the materials for our support and defense.
"Let those materials be molded into general intelligence, sound morality, and, in particular, a reverence for the Constitution and the laws; and then our country shall continue to improve, and our nation, revering his name, and permitting no hostile foot to pass or desecrate his resting-place, shall be the first to hear the last trump that shall awaken our Washington.
"Upon these let the proud fabric of freedom rest as the rock of its basis, and as truly as has been said of the only greater institution, 'the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.'"
TOM CORWINS'S LATEST STORY.
One of Mr. Lincoln's warm friends was Dr. Robert Boal, of Lacon, Illinois. Telling of a visit he paid to the White House soon after Mr. Lincoln's inauguration, he said: "I found him the same Lincoln as a struggling lawyer and politician that I did in Washington as President of the United States, yet there was a dignity and self-possession about him in his high official authority. I paid him a second call in the evening. He had thrown off his reserve somewhat, and would walk up and down the room with his hands to his sides and laugh at the joke he was telling, or at one that was told to him. I remember one story he told to me on this occasion.
"Tom Corwin, of Ohio, had been down to Alexandria, Va., that day and had come back and told Lincoln a story which pleased him so much that he broke out in a hearty laugh and said: 'I must tell you Tom Corwin's latest. Tom