. From pioneer home to the White House : life of Abraham Lincoln: boyhood, youth, manhood, assassination, death . o paper, and keep it there until he did get he would re-write it, look at it, and repeat had a copy-book, a kind of scrap-book, in which heput down all things, and thus preserved them. There is no record of how and where he obtained thescrap-book. The idea was entirely original with him,since he had never heard of any such device in hispart of the country. There is no question that hepossessed a scrap-book, and that it became an impor-tant agent in making him a sch
. From pioneer home to the White House : life of Abraham Lincoln: boyhood, youth, manhood, assassination, death . o paper, and keep it there until he did get he would re-write it, look at it, and repeat had a copy-book, a kind of scrap-book, in which heput down all things, and thus preserved them. There is no record of how and where he obtained thescrap-book. The idea was entirely original with him,since he had never heard of any such device in hispart of the country. There is no question that hepossessed a scrap-book, and that it became an impor-tant agent in making him a scholar and copied into it chiefly from the books he borrowed,thinking he would not have the opportunity to seethem again. Books that he owned, as well as thosebelonging to his parents, he marked, that he mightrefer to striking passages at his leisure. Also, hefrequently wrote brief compositions in that scrap-book, improving his talent for the art thereby. As aninvention, at that time, the scrap-book was worthy ofhis genius, and, as a source of mental improvement,its value was never A Flat-Boatmax. UPWARD AND ONWARD. 147 One of the finest and most touching tributes everpaid to bis memory was spoken by his mother to ., and we quote it here because it had referenceto his early life. She said : — Abe was a poor boy, and I can say what scarcelyone woman — a mother — can say, in a never gave me a cross word or look, and neverrefused, in fact or appearance, to do any thing I re-quested him. I never gave him a cross word in allmy life. , . His mind and my mind—what littleI had—seemed to run together. . He washere after he was elected President. Here shestopped, unable to proceed any further, and after hergrateful emotions had spent themselves in tears, sheproceeded: He was dutiful to me always. I thinkhe loved me truly. I had a son, John, who was raisedwith Abe. Both were good boys; but I must say,both being now dead, that Ab
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