Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln. Volume 8 [ Sept. 12, 1864-Apr. 14, 1865, undated, appendices].

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Title: Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln. Volume 8 [ Sept. 12, 1864-Apr. 14, 1865, undated, appendices].
Author: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865.
Publication: New Brunswick, N.J.: Rutgers University Press; 1953.
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To Augustus R. Wright1Jump to section

Hon. A. R. Wright Executive Mansion,
Louisville, Ky. Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Admitting that your cotton was destroyed by the Federal Army, I do not suppose any-thing could be done for you now. Congress has appropriated no money for that class of claims, and will not, I expect, while the active war lasts. A. LINCOLN

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[1] ALS, DNA WR RG 107, Presidential Telegrams, I, 244. Augustus R. Wright, former U.S. congressman from Georgia (1857-1859), telegraphed Lincoln from

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Louisville, Kentucky, on November 21, 1864: ``My cotton was burned by the Federal Army If I return with proof can you do anything for me. I find my brother here in want. Reply.'' (DLC-RTL).

On November 24 Wright telegraphed from Nashville, Tennessee: ``At Louisville, I met with my brother & a Mr Stewart, refugees from Rome Ga. They told me the cotton at Rome was burnt. This was the cause of my telegram. On arriving at this place, I meet others from Rome who tell me all the cotton [in] the ware houses was burnt but none other, & that my 220 bales which was over the river in a gin house, was still safe. . . .'' (Ibid.).