GLAD am I to givewere anything better lackingeven the most brief and shorn testimony of Abraham Lincoln. Everything I heard about him authentically, and every time I saw him (and it was my fortune through 1862 to 65 to see, or pass a word with, or watch him, personally, perhaps twenty or thirty times,) added to and anneald my respect and love at the moment. And as I dwell on what I myself heard or saw of the mighty Westerner, and blend it with the history and literature of my age, and of what I can get of all ages, and conclude it with his death, it seems like some tragic play, superior to all else I knowvaster and fierier and more convulsionary, for this America of ours, than Eschylus or Shakspere ever drew for Athens or for England. And then the Moral permeating, underlying all! the Lesson that none so remotenone so illiterateno age, no classbut may directly or indirectly read!
Abraham Lincolns was really one of those characters, the best of which is the result of long trains of cause and effectneeding a certain spaciousness of time, and perhaps even remoteness, to properly enclose themhaving unequald influence on the shaping of this Republic (and therefore the world) as to-day, and then far more important in the future. Thus the time has by no means yet come for a thorough measurement of him. Nevertheless, we who live in his erawho have seen him, and heard him, face to face, and are in the midst of, or just parting from, the strong and strange events which he and we have had to do withcan in some respects bear valuable, perhaps indispensable testimony concerning him.
I should first like to give a very fair and characteristic likeness of Lincoln, as I saw him and watchd him one afternoon in Washington, for nearly half an hour, not long before his death. It was as he stood on the balcony of the National Hotel, Pennsylvania Avenue, making a short speech to the crowd in front, on the occasion either of a set of new colors presented to a famous Illinois regiment, or of the daring capture, by the Western men, of some flags from the enemy, (which latter phrase, by the by, was not used by him at all in his remarks.) How the picture happend to be made I do not know, but I bought it a few days afterward in Washington, and it was endorsd by every one to whom I showd it. Though hundreds of portraits have been made, by painters and photographers, (many to pass on, by copies, to future times,) I have never seen one yet that in my opinion deservd to be called a perfectly good likeness; nor do I believe there is really such a one in existence. May I not say too, that, as there is no entirely competent and emblematic likeness of Abraham Lincoln in picture or statue, there is notperhaps cannot beany fully appropriate literary statement or summing-up of him yet in existence?
The best way to estimate the value of Lincoln is to think what the condition of America would be to-day, if he had never livednever been President. His nomination and first election were mainly accidents, experiments. Severely viewd, one cannot think very much of American Political Parties, from the beginning, after the Revolutionary War, down to the present time. Doubtless, while they have had their useshave been and are the grass on which the cow feedsand indispensable economies of growthit is undeniable that under flippant names they have merely identified temporary passions, or freaks, or sometimes prejudice, ignorance, or hatred. The only thing like a great and worthy idea vitalizing a party, and making it heroic, was the enthusiasm in 64 for re-electing Abraham Lincoln, and the reason behind that enthusiasm.
How does this man compare with the acknowledgd Father of his country? Washington was modeld on the best Saxon, and Franklinof the age of the Stuarts (rooted in the Elizabethan period)was essentially a noble Englishman, and just the kind needed for the occasions and the times of 177683. Lincoln, underneath his practicality, was far less European, was quite thoroughly Western, original, essentially non-conventional, and had a certain sort of out-door or prairie stamp. One of the best of the late commentators on Shakspere, (Professor Dowden,) makes the height and aggregate of his quality as a poet to be, that he thoroughly blended the ideal with the practical or realistic. If this be so, I should say that what Shakspere did in poetic expression, Abraham Lincoln essentially did in his personal and official life. I should say the invisible foundations and vertebra of his character, more than any mans in history, were mystical, abstract, moral and spiritualwhile upon all of them was built, and out of all of them radiated, under the control of the average of circumstances, what the vulgar call horse-sense, and a life often bent by temporary but most urgent materialistic and political reasons.
He seems to have been a man of indomitable firmness (even obstinacy) on rare occasions, involving great points; but he was generally very easy, flexible, tolerant, almost slouchy, respecting minor matters. I note that even those reports and anecdotes intended to level him down, all leave the tinge of a favorable impression of him. As to his religious nature, it seems to me to have certainly been of the amplest, deepest-rooted, loftiest kind.
Already a new generation begins to tread the stage, since the persons and events of the Secession War. I have more than once fancied to myself the time when the present century has closed, and a new one opend, and the men and deeds of that contest have become somewhat vague and mythicalfancied perhaps in some great Western city, or group collected together, or public festival, where the days of old, of 1863 and 4 and 5 are discussdsome ancient soldier sitting in the background as the talk goes on, and betraying himself by his emotion and moisteyeslike the journeying Ithacan at the banquet of King Alcinoüs, when the bard sings the contending warriors and their battles on the plains of Troy:
I have fancied, I say, some such venerable relic of this time of ours, preservd to the next or still the next generation of America. I have fancied, on such occasion, the young men gathering around; the awe, the eager questions: What! have you seen Abraham Lincolnand heard him speakand touchd his hand? Have you, with your own eyes, lookd on Grant, and Lee, and Sherman?
Dear to Democracy, to the very last! And among the paradoxes generated by America, not the least curious was that spectacle of all the kings and queens and emperors of the earth, many from remote distances, sending tributes of condolence and sorrow in memory of one raisd through the commonest average of lifea rail-splitter and flat-boatman!
Considerd from contemporary points of viewwho knows what the future may decide?and from the points of view of current Democracy and The Union, (the only thing like passion or infatuation in the man was the passion for the Union of These States,) Abraham Lincoln seems to me the grandest figure yet, on all the crowded canvas of the Nineteenth Century.