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Stanton, as secretary of war, was bombarded with complaints and bickerings of the officers under him; they seemed to revel in annoying one famed for being of the irritable genus. Once he showed his princ.i.p.al a letter written in answer to a general who had abused him and accused him of favoritism. Lincoln listened with his quizzing air, and exclaimed rapturously:
"That's first-rate, Stanton! You've scored him well! Just right!"
As the pleased writer folded up the paper for its envelope, he quickly inquired:
"Why, what are you going to do with it now?"
It was to be despatched.
"No, no, that would spoil all. File it away! that is the kind of filing which keeps it sharp--and don't wound the other fellow! File it away."
"WHAT WE HAVE, WE WILL GIVE YOU."
It being rumored that the paper notes, "the greenbacks," should bear a motto as the coin had, "In G.o.d We Trust," it was suggested to quote from the apostles:
"Silver and gold we have not, but what we have we will give."
It was ascribed to Mr. Lincoln from his familiarity with the Scriptures and prevalent quoting from them.
MORE "s.h.i.+NPLASTERS" TO HEAL THE SORE.
In 1863 President Lincoln went out to condole with the beaten Unionists, whom General Hooker had led fatally against Lee at Chancellorsville. Lincoln took his little son "Tad" with him. Amid the cheering one of the soldiers plainly voiced a terrible grievance--just when the sufferers were mostly in need of necessaries, the pay was behindhand. So one cried: "Send along more 'greenbacks,' Father Abraham!"
The boy was puzzled, but his companion explained that the soldiers wanted their money due. The hearer thought this over for a moment, and then pertly said: "Why don't 'Governor' Chase print some more?"
"THERE IS MUCH IN AN 'IF' AND A 'BUT.'"
Mr. Tinkler, telegraph-operator of the cipher telegrams at Was.h.i.+ngton, in the Executive residence, took the despatch announcing the nomination of Andrew Jackson, of Tennessee, to the vice-presidency with Lincoln for the second term. The latter read it carefully, and _thought aloud:_
"Well, I thought possibly that he might be the man; but--"
He pa.s.sed out of the office, leaving the hearer impressed. Indeed, it was a prophecy of the future--poor, inebriate Andy--not the Handy Andy, but the Merry Andrew of the f.a.g-end of the lamentably sundered second term. Charles A. Dana, editing the New York _Sun_, printed this drop-line, and said it was a proof that Lincoln had no hand in his Vice being proposed or nominated.
DON'T WASTE THE PLUG, BUT USE IT!
Treasurer Chase conducted the financial course of the war on the principle of each day taking care of itself; but still he resisted plans for relief not of his own conception. So he threw cold water on the Walker suggestion that the currency should bear interest with a view that holders would h.o.a.rd it. Walker's aid, Taylor, of Ohio, ran to the President for a higher hearing. But, though the President now espoused the scheme, the secretary still was counter on the ground that the Const.i.tution was against it.
"Taylor," said Lincoln, with his frankness, which resembled impiety now, "go back and tell Chase not to bother about the Const.i.tution--I have that sacred instrument here, and am guarding it with great care!"
But a personal discussion with Chase was compulsory, during which the granite man stood on the Const.i.tution.
"Chase," finally said the decisive factor, "this reminds me of a little sea yarn.
"A little coaster on the Mediterranean was in stress of storm. The Italian seamen have their own ideas of behavior under disaster, and fell on their knees to invoke the interposition of the usual stronghold--the Madonna--of which there was a statue in wood. But, many and genuine as were the invocations, all were unanswered. The gale continued, and more and more damage was done the upper works.
Whereupon in a rage the skipper ordered the image to be hurled overboard. Strange to say, almost instanter the tempest lulled, and in a short time the bark rode steadily on the pacific waters. Come to examine the leak in the side, they found the wooden effigy thrown over, sucked into it, and so plugged up the cavity. The s.h.i.+p was saved by the castaway notion.
"Now, we are all aboard to save the s.h.i.+p, by any plug [Footnote: Plug, in Western speech: any subst.i.tute, worthless otherwise; an old horse; a leaden counter, a makes.h.i.+ft; the plug hat, however, comes from the shape--a cylinder of tobacco being so called.] that is offered, since prayers don't seem to do it. Let us try friend Amasa Walker's proposition."
THE RUNNING FEVER.
"There is a malady of vulnerable heels--a species of running fever--which operates on sound-headed and honest-hearted creatures very much like the cork leg in the song did on its owner. When he had once got started on it, the more he tried to stop it, the more it would run away. A witty Irish soldier always boasting of his bravery when no danger was nigh, but who invariably retreated without orders at the first charge of the engagement, being asked by his captain why he did so, replied:
"'Captain, I have as brave a heart as Julius Caesar ever had; but, somehow or other, whenever danger approaches, my _cowardly_ legs will run away with me.'"--(Debate, Lincoln: Springfield, Illinois, December, 1839.)
"ONE AND A HALF TIMES BIGGER THAN OTHER MEN!"
Most conspicuous among the host of seeming friends consistently and constantly plotting against their chief to replace him if not actually displace him, was Salmon P. Chase. His whole career was that of the office-seeker incarnate. School-teacher, lawyer, governor of his State of adoption, Ohio--for he was a New Hamps.h.i.+re man--he tried from 1856 all parties to nominate him for the Presidency, at all openings. His inability to inspire trust forbade his having a personal following of any strength. Lincoln easily saw through him, but he had a fellow-feeling for an indubitably honest treasurer. To think of the countless opportunities he had to enrich himself out of the public coffers! Like another incorruptible statesman, he might have said: "I wonder at my qualms when I had but to stretch out my hand to pocket thousands!" But he truthfully said, when a hack impudently hinted that he could have the nomination dearest to his heart if he would but use to his private ends the vast patronage at his command:
"I should despise myself if capable of appointing or removing a man for the sake of the Presidency."
In February, 1861, the Peace Congress (Ma.s.sachusetts) delegation called on the President to recommend Salmon P. Chase for the Treasury Department. Lincoln was already favorable, for he said:
"From what I know and hear, I think Mr. Chase is about a hundred and fifty to any other man's hundred for that place."
This is why Lincoln, when compelled to remove the underminer, solaced him with the bed to fall upon of the Supreme Court judges.h.i.+p. He said of him: "Chase is about one and a half times bigger than any one I ever knew."
SO SLOW, A HEa.r.s.e RAN OVER HIM!
By treachery of those in charge of our navy-yards, a.r.s.enals, and treasury, the South began the b.l.o.o.d.y strife better provided than the simple North. But adverse fate seemed bent on keeping the disparity for long in favor of the weaker contestant. By one of those wicked dispensations tripping up our early march, the secretary of the navy was selected in Gideon Welles, an estimable gentleman in person, but wofully unsuited to the berth, if from age alone. Patriarchal in appearance, with a long face and longer beard, white and sere, it became proverbial without appearing much of a far-fetched joke that he was the naval constructor to Noah of Ark-aic fame. Unfortunately his "set" were antiques as well. Yet Lincoln clung to him--or he clung to the President like the Old Man of the Sea--under which aspect he was presented by the caricaturists. One day, however, said the gossips of the White House, Mr. Lincoln dropped the newspaper in reading, and exclaimed:
"Listen!" said he to his secretary, "a man has been _run over by a hea.r.s.e_! As I saw Welles not so long ago, it must be one of _Gideon's_ Band!"