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Title: Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Generals Generals
Publisher: (New York, N.Y.) : (The Century Co.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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me urgeyou, as I have ever done, to remember in the ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 383 depth and even agony of despondency, thatvery shortly you are to feel well again. Fur-ther on he says, If you went through theceremony calmly, or even with sufficient com-posure not to excite alarm in any present, youare safe beyond question, seeking by everydevice of subtle affection to lift up the heartof his friend. With a solicitude apparently greater thanthat of the nervous bridegroom, he awaited theannouncement of the marriage, and when it improved at the very time I had so muchfancied you would have grown worse. Yousay that something indescribably horrible andalarming still haunts you. You will not saythat three months from now, I will venture.The letter goes on in the same train of sym-pathetic cheer, but there is one phrase whichstrikes the keynote of all lives whose idealsare too high for fulfillment: It is the pecul-iar misfortune of both you and me to dreamdreams of Elysium far exceeding all that any-
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HOUSE IN WHICH LINCOLN WAS MARRIED, THEN OWNED BY NINIAN W. EDWARDS, NOW OCCUPIED AS ST. AGATHAS SCHOOL. came he wrote (February 25th), I opened theletter with intense anxiety and trepidation ; somuch that, although it turned out better thanI expected, I have hardly yet, at the distanceof ten hours, become calm. I tell you, Speed,our forebodings, for which you and I are pecul-iar, are all the worst sort of nonsense. I fan-cied from the time I received your letter ofSaturday that the one of Wednesday wasnever to come, and yet it did come, and, whatis more, it is perfectly clear, both from its toneand handwriting, that . . . you had obviously thing earthly can realize. But before long aletter came from Speed, who had settled withhis black-eyed Kentucky wife upon a well-stocked plantation, disclaiming any furtherfellowship of misery and announcing the be-ginnings of that life of uneventful happinesswhich he led ever after. His peace of mindhas become a matter of course ; he dismissesthe

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