“I have never had the time to study flowers as I often wished to do,” he said. “But for some strange reason I am captivated by the pond lily. It may be because some one told me that my mother admired them.”
[Pg 128]Sitting at this desk now, looking out on the Berkshire Hills and living over in memory that visit to the White House, I see again the tableau3 of the President looking down into the face of that glorious flower. He hugged the vase closer and repeated tenderly, “This is my friend!”
In reverie and in dreams I have meditated4 long, searching for some satisfactory reason why that particular bloom was Lincoln’s dear friend. Yet the reason, whatever it may be, matters not so much as the fact. Lincoln loved the lily and called it his friend. No mere5 sensuous6 admiration7 of beauty, this, but a deep sense of its spiritual significance. By its perfection the lily achieved personality, and that personality, so simple, so pure, so exquisite8, struck a responsive chord in the heart of this man whom his cultured contemporaries called uncouth9! On the plane of the spirit they met as friends.
Great gifts have their price. From Lincoln’s sensitive tenderness sprang the [Pg 129]suffering which he bore, both in his early life and during the living martyrdom of his years in the White House. But as if to offset11 somewhat this terrible burden was added the divine gift of humor.
It has been often remarked that humor and pathos12 are closely akin13. The greatest humorists are also the greatest masters of pathos. Perhaps Mark Twain’s greatest work was his Joan of Arc, which is almost wholly sad, a study in pathos, while The Gilded14 Age makes its readers weep and laugh by turns.
As in the expression so also in the source. When Lincoln with tender emphasis said to me that Artemus Ward’s humor was largely “the result of a broken heart,” he was but stating the law of nature that deep sorrow is as essential to humor as winter snows are to the bloom of spring. Charles Lamb’s many griefs, and especially his sorrow over his insane sister, were the black soil from which his genius grew.
Many of Josh Billings’s ludicrous [Pg 130]sayings were misspelled through his tears. The traceable outlines of tragedies in the early lives of writers like Bret Harte, Mark Twain, Bob Burdette, and Nasby testify to the rule that a sad night somewhere precedes the dawn of pure wit and inspiring humor.
Burton in his Anatomy16 of Melancholy17 said, “If there is a hell on earth, it is to be found in the melancholy man’s heart.” But James Whitcomb Riley said that “wit in luxuriant growth is ever the product of soil richly fertilized18 by sorrow.” As for Lincoln, his first love died of a broken heart; he lived on with one.
“Cheer up, Abe! Cheer up!” was the hourly advice of the sympathetic pioneers among whom he lived. But the sorrowing stranger was, after all, friendless, and he could not cheer up alone. He was an orphan19, homeless; he had no sister, no brother, no wife to soothe20, advise, or caress21 him. The floods of sorrow had swallowed him up and he struggled alone. Few, [Pg 131]indeed, are the men or women who have descended22 so deep and endured to remember it.
Down into the darkness came faint voices saying over and over, “Cheer up, Abe!” If he could muster23 the courage to do as they said, he would be saved from death or the insane asylum24, which is more dreaded25 than the grave. Nothing but cheer could be of any use.
One dear old saint told him to remember that his sweetheart’s soul was not dead, and that she, undoubtedly26, wished him to complete his law studies and to make himself a strong, good man. “For her sake, go on with life and fill the years with good deeds!”
Years afterward27 he must have thought of that when, in the dark days of General McClelland’s failures, he urged the soldiers to “cheer up and thus become invincible28.” Mr. Lincoln, in 1863, when speaking of his regard for the Bible, said that once he read the Bible half through carefully to find a[Pg 132] quotation29 which he saw first in a scrap30 of newspaper, which declared, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.” That must have been done in those sad days when the darkness was still upon him.
How little has the world yet appreciated the important maxim31 given to those who seek success, “to smile and smile, and smile again.” It is a very practical and a very useful direction. But it may be a hypocritical camouflage32 when it has no important reflex influence on the man himself.
The same idea was expressed with serious emphasis by Lincoln in 1858, when he urged the teachers of Keokuk, Iowa, to let the children laugh. He said that a hearty33, natural laugh would cure many ills of mankind, whether those ills were physical, mental, or moral. The truth and usefulness of that statement it has taken science and religion more than a half century to accept. Now the study of good cheer is one of the major sciences. Some psychologists contend that laughter is one of the[Pg 133] greatest aids to digestion34 and is highly conducive35 to health; therefore, Hufeland, physician to the King of Prussia, commended the wisdom of the ancients, who maintained a jester who was always present at their meals and whose quips and cranks would keep the table in a roar.
It was an important declaration made by the humorous “Bob” Burdette, when he said that an old physician of Bellevue Hospital had assured him that a cheerful priest who visited the hospital daily “had cured more patients by his laughter than had any physician with his prescriptions36.” Burdette rated himself, in his uses of fun, as the “oiler-up of human machinery”; and good cheer and righteousness followed him closely, keeping ever within the sound of his voice. The life-giving, invigorating spirit of good cheer made Abraham Lincoln’s great mind clearer and held him to his faith that right makes might, and that night is but the vestibule of morning.
[Pg 134]If Lincoln was the founder37, as many believe, of the “modern school of good cheer,” he was a mighty38 benefactor39 of the human race. The idea of healing by suggestion, by hopeful influences, and by faith has given rise to many societies, schools, churches, and healers, all having for their basic principle the healthful stimulation40 of the weak body by the use of faith—that is to say, cheer. Innumerable cases of the prevention of insanity42, and some cases of the complete restoration of hopeless lunatics, by laughter and fresh confidence are now known to the medical profession. One draught43 of deep, hearty laughter has been known to effect an immediate44 cure of such nervous disorders45, especially neuralgia, hysteria, and insomnia46. The doctor who smiles sincerely is two doctors in one. He heals through the body and he heals through the mind.
When this teaching is applied47 to the eradication48 of immorality49 or the defeat of religious errors we are reminded of [Pg 135]Lincoln’s remark that “the devil cannot bear a good joke.” That martyr10 is not going to recant who, on his way to the scaffold, can smile as he pats the head of a child. The believer in the assertion that “all things work together for good to those who love God” can laugh at difficulties, and he will be heard and followed by a throng50. Spurgeon said that “a good joke hurled51 at the devil and his angels is like a bursting bomb of Greek fire.” Ridicule52 with laughter the hypocrite or evil schemer, and he will crouch53 at your feet or fly into self-destructive passion; but ridicule Abraham Lincoln and he lifts his clenched54 hand and smiles while he strikes. The cartoonist ever defeats the orator55. People dance only under the impulse of cheerful music. These thoughts are recorded here because they were suggested by Abraham Lincoln and because they furnish a very satisfactory reason why Lincoln laughed.
The tales of Lincoln’s droll56 stories and perpetual fun making before he was[Pg 136] twenty-four years old seem to have no trustworthy foundation. His use of humor as a duty and as a weapon in debate first appears distinctly about the year 1836, when he was admitted to the bar. He was almost unnoticed in the legislature until he secured sufficient confidence to use side-splitting jokes in the defeat of the opponents of righteousness. As paradoxical as it first may seem, joking, with Lincoln, was a serious matter. He had been saved by good cheer, and he was conscientiously57 determined58 to save others by the use of that same potent59 force.
It has been said that the humanizing effect of his homely60 humor was what gave Lincoln a place in the hearts of mankind such as few others have ever held. One man whom I knew intimately in my boyhood days was as devoted61 and as high minded, probably, as anyone who ever lived. He had a great influence upon the events of his day; some people regarded him as almost a saint—or at least a[Pg 137] prophet. Yet he never captured the heart of the people as Abraham Lincoln did, and to-day he is virtually forgotten. That man was John Brown.
When I had my long interview with President Lincoln in the winter of 1864 I told him that John Brown had been for a number of years in partnership62 with my father in the wool business at Springfield, Massachusetts, and that he was a frequent and intimate caller at our house. He and my father were closely associated in the antislavery movement and in the operation of the “underground railway” by which fugitive63 blacks were spirited across the line into Canada. The idea of a slave uprising in Virginia was discussed at our dinner table again and again for years before the Harper’s Ferry raid finally took place; and it is altogether probable that my father would have shared Brown’s martyrdom if my mother’s persistent64 opposition65 had not defeated his natural inclination66.
John Brown had a summer place in the[Pg 138] Adirondacks, and when he left there a man remained behind in the old cabin to help the slaves escape. This was not the route usually followed, however. Most of the fugitives67 came up from Virginia to Philadelphia, from Philadelphia to New York, New York to Hartford, and thence over the line into Canada. My father’s branch of the “underground railway” ran from Springfield to Bellows68 Falls. It was a common thing for our woodshed to be filled with negroes whom my father would guide at the first opportunity to the next “station.” This was very risky69 work; its alarms darkened my boyhood and filled our days with fears.
Lincoln was very much interested that day in what I told him about John Brown. He asked me many questions, but I soon saw that there was very little he did not know about the subject. Finally I told him that while my father shared John Brown’s opinions, my mother thought he was a kind of monomaniac and frequently[Pg 139] said so. At this Lincoln laughed heartily70, but he made no verbal comment.
Nobody could be more earnest or sincere than Lincoln, but he could laugh; John Brown could not. My earliest impression, as a little boy, of John Brown, was that he might be one of the old prophets; he made me think of Isaiah. He was tall and thin; he wore a long beard and was always very, very serious. He hardly ever told a joke. John Brown’s part in the business partnership was to sell the wool which my father bought from the farmers in the surrounding territory. So Brown was the man in the office, with time and opportunity for study and planning, while my father was out in the open, dealing71 with other men. Until they became involved so deeply in the antislavery movement the wool business prospered72; the fact was that my father trusted Brown’s business judgment73 as being pretty good. But in the end they gave up everything in the way of business of any sort. My father was a[Pg 140] Methodist, but I do not remember hearing that John Brown belonged to any church. The liberation of the slaves obsessed74 his mind to the exclusion75 of all other thoughts and interests.
Brown used to drive over to our house two or three times a week. It was a thirty-mile drive from Springfield, so he had always to spend the night.
I have kept the latch76 of the door to his room—the room which he always occupied. How many times he raised that latch in passing in and out!
I was a little chap then and used often to sit on his knee and listen to his stories told in that solemn, deep voice, which lent a mysterious dignity to the most unimportant tale.
When evening came and dinner was over and the womenfolk were busy outside, Brown and my father would pull up their chairs to the dining table, on which a big lamp had been set, and talk long and earnestly—sometimes far into the [Pg 141]night—while they pored over maps and lists and memoranda77. Often I would wake up, when it seemed that morning must be almost at hand, and hear John Brown’s low, even-toned voice speaking words which were to me without meaning.
Next morning, after an early breakfast, he would harness his horse to the buggy, if one of us boys had not already done it for him, and start on the lonely drive back to Springfield.
Brown and my father had accurate knowledge of many facts which might contribute to the success of a slave uprising in Virginia. They knew how many plantations78 there were and how many negroes were owned in each county—also the number of whites. Brown knew the names of the owners of the plantations and the means of reaching the plantations by unfrequented ways. He had talked this over with my father for years. William Lloyd Garrison79 told him it was a very foolish enterprise that he contemplated80, and was[Pg 142] opposed to it, although he was Brown’s intimate friend.
It is a significant and a not generally known fact that John Brown actually believed his insurrection would succeed; but whether it would or not, he was determined sooner or later to make the attempt. He said, “If I die that way, I will do more good than by living on; and, anyhow, I will do it whether it succeeds or not.”
The last time I saw John Brown was when he drove out to our house before leaving Springfield to go to Harper’s Ferry. My father drove him down to the station—to Huntingdon railroad station; they called it Chester Village then, but the name has since been changed. The last letter that he wrote from the prison at Charleston was to my father. It was written the day before his execution.
John Brown’s character was perfectly81 suited to the part he elected to play, and that this had a potent influence upon [Pg 143]people’s minds and through them upon events leading up to the war cannot be denied. A less austere82 man or a man less firm in his own convictions would never have carried through such a mad exploit. But it is not a desecration83 of John Brown’s memory to state the simple fact that he lacked the quality of human understanding which Lincoln possessed84 so richly and which showed itself in the smile of sympathy and the word of good cheer.
Before I left Washington to go back to my regiment85 I learned that the friend for whose life I had gone to plead had been pardoned by the President. The hearty greeting which hailed the return of that young soldier to his comrades was full of spontaneous joy, but in the background of the picture was the great form of Old Abe, the greatest saint in the calendar of all the soldiers.
He was indeed, as has been often said before, the best friend of the whole [Pg 144]country—the South as well as the North. Through all of that bitter struggle he never forgot that he had been elected President of all the United States.
When I had a second long talk with Lincoln, just shortly before he was murdered, not one word did he say against the South or against the generals of the South. He spoke86 of General Lee always in respectful terms. He respected the Southern army and the Southern people, and he estimated them for just about what they were worth. He did not underestimate their power nor their patriotism87; not a word in that two hours’ interview did he say against the Southern army or the Southern people vindictively88; it was that of a calm statesman who estimated them for what they were worth; and whenever he mentioned the name of General Lee he emphasized the fact that Lee was fighting that war on a high principle, not one of vindictiveness89 or any small ambition.
He realized that the Southern people[Pg 145] were fighting for what they believed was right, and he knew General Lee would not be in it unless he was convinced it was right. He did not say that in words, but that is the impression I received. To hear the stories of Southern barbarities which would naturally be circulated about the enemy and then to find the President of the United States treating the matter with such dignity and calmness was a surprise and an enlightenment to me.
On that black day when the body of Abraham Lincoln lay in state in the East Room of the White House it was my great privilege to be detailed90 for duty there. I happened to be in Washington, recovering from a wound sustained in the battle of Kenesaw Mountain a short time before, and I was called upon, together with all unattached officers in the Capitol, to help out. About twenty officers were continually on duty in the room in which the casket stood. Two of us actually stood guard at a time—one at the head and one[Pg 146] at the foot. The casket was heaped high with flowers and the people passed through the room in an unending stream.
No such grief was ever known on this continent. All wept, strong, hardened warriors91 with the rest. People were heartily ashamed when their supply of tears ran out. Some trembled as they passed through the door, and, once outside the room, gave vent41 to their sorrow in groans92 and shrieks93, while others, in the excess of their grief, cursed God, as though Lincoln’s death was an unjust punishment of him instead of a glorious crown of martyrdom.
Looking back through fifty-four years—after the calm judgment of sages94 has reasserted their wisdom and after all Lincoln’s enemies have turned to devoted friends—we cannot forbear the renewed assertion that Abraham Lincoln was in some special way unlike other men. That unusual power of inspiration was exhibited in his words and acts almost every day of his closing years.
[Pg 147]Through the half century there comes down to us a wonderful sentence in Lincoln’s second inaugural95 address which is incarnate96 with vigorous life. Out of the smoke, devastation97, hate, and death of a gigantic fratricidal war, above the contentions98 of parties, jealous commanders, and grief-benumbed mourners, clear and certain as a trumpet99 call this unlooked-for declaration rang out. It was the voice of God:
With malice100 toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind101 up the Nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphans102, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting103 peace among ourselves and with all nations.
What a Christian104 spirit, what a deference105 to God, what a determined purpose for good! What a basis for peace among the nations was there stated in one single sentence! Where in the writings of the gifted geniuses, ancient or modern, is[Pg 148] another one so potent. Yet the mere dead words are not specially15 symmetrical, and the expression is in the language of the common people. The influence is that of the spirit; it can never die.
His enemies mourned when he died and all the world said a great soul had departed. But the children of his dear heart and brain will live on the earth forever. They will pray and teach and sacrifice and fight on until all nations shall be the one human family which the prophet Lincoln so clearly foresaw. Men are called to special work. Men are more divine than material; and among the most trustworthy proofs of this intuitive truth is the continuing force of the personality of Abraham Lincoln.
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desecration
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patriotism
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warriors
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