Abraham Lincoln : a biographical essay . tam, and withthe Generals of the Army of the Potomac, give asufficient opportunity to compare Lincolns un-conscious simplicity of vertical structure and posewith a dozen or more generals and civilians, notone of whom is not more or less conscious, andtrying without success to stand well. An added and almost pathetic interest gathersaround this form when seen isolated from any ABRAHAM LINCOLN 37 other. Its suggestiveness multiplies until it be-comes a text for a discourse upon the entire char-acter of the man, its sadness, its pathos, its isola-tion. It
Abraham Lincoln : a biographical essay . tam, and withthe Generals of the Army of the Potomac, give asufficient opportunity to compare Lincolns un-conscious simplicity of vertical structure and posewith a dozen or more generals and civilians, notone of whom is not more or less conscious, andtrying without success to stand well. An added and almost pathetic interest gathersaround this form when seen isolated from any ABRAHAM LINCOLN 37 other. Its suggestiveness multiplies until it be-comes a text for a discourse upon the entire char-acter of the man, its sadness, its pathos, its isola-tion. It seems like a solitary dolmen in a desertedand barren plain, that has withstood the ravagingdecay of centuries. As Lincolns whole naturepresents to history the most intricate and mys-terious individual problem, so the photographswe have seen represent the only new physicalorganization of which we have any correct know-ledge contributed by the New World to the eth-nographic consideration of mankind. Truman H. Bartlett. THE HAND OF LINCOLN. THE HAND OF LINCOLN Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold:From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was,— how large of mould The man who sped the woodmans team,And deepest sunk the ploughmans share, And pushed the laden raft astream,Of fate before him unaware. This was the hand that knew to swing The axe — since thus would Freedom train Her son — and made the forest ring, And drove the wedge, and toiled amain. Firm hand, that loftier office took,A conscious leaders will obeyed, And, when men sought his word and look,With steadfast might the gathering swayed. No courtiers, toying with a sword,Nor minstrels, laid across a lute; A chiefs, uplifted to the Lord When all the kings of earth were mute! The hand of Anak, sinewed strong,The fingers that on greatness clutch; Yet, lo ! the marks their lines alongOf one who strove and suffered much. 42 ABRAHAM LINCOLN For here in knotted cord and veinI trace the vary
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