. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. mH H .2 « § PL, B cc aT Z a o PL, o *» £ S O o THE POETS LINCOLN 63 THE last home of the parents of Lincoln. Built byhis father, Thomas, in 1831, near Farmington,Coles Co., 111. The father died here in 1851 andthe step-mother, Sarah Bush Lincoln, in 1869. AfterLincoln was elected President in 1860, and before leav-ing for Washington to be inaugurated, he visited hismother in this cabin for the last time. As he wasleaving her, she made a prediction of his tragic arms about his neck, with tears streaming downher cheek
. The poets' Lincoln : tributes in verse to the martyred President. mH H .2 « § PL, B cc aT Z a o PL, o *» £ S O o THE POETS LINCOLN 63 THE last home of the parents of Lincoln. Built byhis father, Thomas, in 1831, near Farmington,Coles Co., 111. The father died here in 1851 andthe step-mother, Sarah Bush Lincoln, in 1869. AfterLincoln was elected President in 1860, and before leav-ing for Washington to be inaugurated, he visited hismother in this cabin for the last time. As he wasleaving her, she made a prediction of his tragic arms about his neck, with tears streaming downher cheeks, she declared it was the last time she wouldever see him alive, and it proved to be so. Lincoln once said, I was told that I never wouldmake a lawyer if I did not understand what demon-strate means. I left my situation in Springfield, wentto my fathers house, and stayed there till I could giveany proposition in the six books of Euclid at sight. Ithere found out what demonstrate LINCOLN HOMESTEAD, SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS THE POETS LINCOLN 65 ON Monday, February 11, 1861, Mr. Lincoln andfamily in company with a party left Springfield,Illinois, for Washington, D. C. A light rain mixedwith snow was falling at the time which made the oc-casion a somewhat gloomy one. Mr. Lincoln appearedon the rear platform of the car where he bade farewellto his neighbors in the following address: My friends, no one not in my position can ap-preciate the sadness I feel at this parting. To thispeople I owe all that I am. Here I have lived more thana quarter of a century. Here my children were born, andhere one of them lies buried. I know not how soon I shall see you again. A dutydevolves upon me which is greater, perhaps, than thatwhich has devolved upon any other man since the daysof Washington. He never would have succeeded exceptfor the aid of divine Providence, upon which he at alltimes relied. I feel that I cannot succeed without the same divineaid which sustained him; and on t
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