PREFACE 나 OST books of selections from the writings and conversations of Abraham Lincoln are designed primarily to show the peculiarities of his unique personality. Composed largely of his humorous stories, his witty and satirical comments upon his contemporaries, and anecdotes revealing the eccentricities of his genius, they uniformly produce a caricature of the accidental rather than essential features of him who stands as the ideal type of American manhood. In this anthology this limited and thoroughly culled field has been avoided, and the broader domain of Lincoln's genius explored to find the fruits of his ripened wisdom rather than the flowers of his › brilliant and pungent personality. The mind and the soul of the man are shown, possibly too purely and severely. Yet while softening details are lacking in this portrait, all the strong and well-beloved lineaments of Lincoln are preserved, each line as he himself drew it. Every passage is authentic and authoritative, the source and date of its utterance being given. The extracts are arranged in chronological order. The index of the book is by subjects. The compiler acknowledges with thanks permission given him by the Current Literature Publishing Company to use the text of its Centenary Edition of the Life and Works of Abraham Lincoln in making the extracts. MARION MILLS MILLER. THE FIRST AMERICAN Extract from Ode recited at the Harvard Commemoration, July 21, 1865 BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HITHER leads the path WH To ampler fates that leads? Of youth's vainglorious weeds; Ere yet the sharp, decisive word Light the black lips of cannon, and the sword But some day the live coal behind the thought, Of God's pure altar brought, Bursts up in flame; the war of tongue and pen Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught, And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillared state with shock of men: Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed And not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth; But then to stand beside her, Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs. Such was he, our Martyr-Chief, Whom late the Nation he had led, With ashes on her head, Wept with the passion of an angry grief : |