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The Daily Dispatch: February 23, 1861., [Electronic resource], Tour of Mr. Lincoln. (search)
q., the gentlemanly Superintendent of the State Line Railroad, and inquired if Mr. Brown was in .. Mr. Brown responded and inquired what was wanted. His interrogator addressed him in substantially the following language: "My name is Bob Lincoln; I'm a son of Old Abe — the old woman is in the cars raising h — l about her passes — I wish you would go and attend to her!" Mr. Brown very promptly filled out the requisite papers to enable Mrs. Lincoln and family to ride over his road His interrogator addressed him in substantially the following language: "My name is Bob Lincoln; I'm a son of Old Abe — the old woman is in the cars raising h — l about her passes — I wish you would go and attend to her!" Mr. Brown very promptly filled out the requisite papers to enable Mrs. Lincoln and family to ride over his road without payment of fare, and delivered them to her. It is probable that " the old woman" gave Bob no further trouble about the passes on t
The Daily Dispatch: February 23, 1861., [Electronic resource], Tour of Mr. Lincoln. (search)
Lincoln's last. What a humor this new President of ours has! What an inexhaustible wit and endless variety in his performances! We say this President of ours; for Old Virginia must come under his beneficent away, and, on the 4th of March, he will be her head and we shall be his staff. The Black Republicans know how to keep their own secrets, or they never could have surprised the whole world so completely and delightfully as in this President of theirs and ours, this Abraham Lincoln, who, in the midst of universal agony, has caused the whole nation to rear with laughter, to hold its sides, to cry with convulsive mirth instead of sorrow, and to stare with all its eyes, and wonder, like the sailor blown up by the powder magazine, what the d — I would happen next. First he starts off from Springfield, begging everybody to pray for him, which they promise to do, and on the same day, at Indianapolis, he discourses upon "passional attraction," "free love" and homŒpathic pills; nex
The Daily Dispatch: August 14, 1861., [Electronic resource], [from the Sunday Delta.] (search)
ming demoralized; so much so that I should not be surprised if my entire force should be taken to the woods before night. I regret also to inform you that the rebels got hungry and captured. Senator Wilson's dinner, just as he was about to send for me to help him eat it. (Signed) McDowell. "Orderly! bring me another tub of ice water immediately " thundered the old General he threw down the dispatch. Being me my oath, toe!" he added, and swore again to support the Federal Government. Bob Lincoln laughed all over. Another dispatch came in: Just Outside Alexandria, 7 P. M. To Gen. Scott. The enemy is running; but we are before them. My division is making splendid time and long tracks, with the prints of their heels towards the rebels. The Zouave drummer has raised the devil with us. I have got that internal itch myself. (Signed,) McDowell. Wor i cannot sive an idea of Gen. Scott's wrath as he manifested it on this occasion. He ordered me from his quarters
The Daily Dispatch: July 17, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 10 (search)
able-bodied men for whom the war and the motives for entering the army will have a fascination not to be resisted." Drafting necessary at once.[from the New York world, July 10.] If, as we fear, the country must abandon all hope that Mr. Lincoln will make a change in his Cabinet; if this proof of the adoption of a more vigorous war policy, with new men and new measures for the crushing out of the rebellion, is denied to the people whose interests and all whose earthly hopes are at staence. There was no mob government. Partially enlightened public opinion and a strong public feeling even did not govern. It was the Government which governed, and that was what it was made and its officers were elected to do. So now, though Mr. Lincoln has never hitherto thus tried the patience nor so overruled the fixed judgment of the people, his high office is respected and his decision stands. Upon him rests the responsibility. None can decide for him. He alone can pronounce the word w
The Daily Dispatch: July 17, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 10 (search)
Mrs. Gen. Burnside and Bob Lincoln are in New York.