. Was Abraham Lincoln a spiritualist? : or, curious revelations from the life of a trance medium. tness a stance—He sends Mrs. Cosbya letter—I lecture in the Columbia Companys Hall— Thycoming, tis as steals the morn—Mrs. Cosbys death, andnotices of same—I write a presentation address. MANY subjects of interest were discussed at thevarious meetings I had with Mr. Lincoln. Iremember calling his attention to a parody upon theChurch Litany, which was published in a prominentnewspaper of decided anti-abolition tendency. In my childish admiration for him, I felt that thecomposition and publication w
. Was Abraham Lincoln a spiritualist? : or, curious revelations from the life of a trance medium. tness a stance—He sends Mrs. Cosbya letter—I lecture in the Columbia Companys Hall— Thycoming, tis as steals the morn—Mrs. Cosbys death, andnotices of same—I write a presentation address. MANY subjects of interest were discussed at thevarious meetings I had with Mr. Lincoln. Iremember calling his attention to a parody upon theChurch Litany, which was published in a prominentnewspaper of decided anti-abolition tendency. In my childish admiration for him, I felt that thecomposition and publication were downright crime, andthat the writer, especially, should be severely pun-ished. Had it not been for this feeling of indignationand wrong it doubtless would never have reached hisnotice. When I handed it to him he smiled and said,We can afford to let our enemies have a fling at us ;then he added, more seriously, It is a sorry wit thatcan find no better employment nor different weaponswith which to fight us than to trifle with sacredthings. The following is a copy of the parody:—. y When I handed it to him he smiled and said, We can afford to let ourenemies have a fling at us, then he added more seriously, It is a sorry witthat can find no better employment nor different weapons with which tofight us than to trifle with sacred —Page 154. WE LOSE A FRIEND. 155 TE, ABRAHAM, LAUDAMUS. We praise thee, O Abe! We acknowledge thee to be soundon the goose. All Yankee-land doth worship thee, everlasting old joker! To thee all office-seekers cry aloud. Flunkeydom, and all the powers therein. To thee, Stanton and Wells continually do cry, Bully, bully, bully boy, with a glass eye. Washington and Illinois are full of the majesty of thy praise. The glorious company of the political generals praise thee. The goodly fellowship of postmasters praise thee. The noble army of contractors praise thee. The mighty republican institutions throughout all Columbiadoth acknowledge
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