. Anecdotal Lincoln : speeches, stories and yarns of the "Immortal Abe" .... go, I didnt want him. THE COLORED PEOPLES NEW YEARS RECEPTION. The Presidential reception on New Years day, 1865,was the occasion of a remarkable spectacle for Wash-ington, in the appearance of the colored people at theWhite House. They waited around until the crowdof white visitors diminished, when they made bold toenter the hall. Some of them were richly dressed,while others wore the garb of poverty; but alikeintent on seeing the man who had set their nationfree, they pressed forward, though with hesitation,into the
. Anecdotal Lincoln : speeches, stories and yarns of the "Immortal Abe" .... go, I didnt want him. THE COLORED PEOPLES NEW YEARS RECEPTION. The Presidential reception on New Years day, 1865,was the occasion of a remarkable spectacle for Wash-ington, in the appearance of the colored people at theWhite House. They waited around until the crowdof white visitors diminished, when they made bold toenter the hall. Some of them were richly dressed,while others wore the garb of poverty; but alikeintent on seeing the man who had set their nationfree, they pressed forward, though with hesitation,into the presence of the President. Says an eye-witness: For nearly two hours, had been shaking hands with the sovereignsand had become excessively weary and his graspbecame languid; but here his nerves rallied at theunwonted sight, and he welcomed this motley crowdwith a heartiness that made them wild with exceedingjoy. They laughed and wept, and wept and laughed—exclaiming through their blinding tears, God blessyou! God bless Abraham Lincoln! God bless MassaLinkum!. STORIES OF THE WAR. aiy DANGERS OF ASSASSINATION. The President said philosophically, I long ago madeup my mind that if anybody wants to kill me, he willdo it. Besides, in this case, it seems to me, the manwho would succeed me, would be just as objectionableto my enemies—if I have any. One dark night, as he was going out with afriend, he took along a heavy cane, remarkinggood-naturedly: Mother (Mrs. Lincoln) hasgot a notion into her head that I shall be assassin-ated, and to please her I take a cane when I goover to the War Department at night—when I dontforget it. Mr. Nichols relates this thrilling incident: Onenight I was doing sentinel duty, at the entrance to theSoldiers Home. This was about the middle ofAugust, 1864. About eleven oclock I heard a rifleshot, in the direction of the city, and shortly after-wards I heard approaching hoof beats. In two or threeminutes a horse came dashing up. I recognize
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