The life and public services of Abraham Lincoln ... together with his state papers, including his speeches, addresses, messages, letters, and proclamations, and the closing scenes connected with his life and death. By Henry J. Raymond. To which are added anecdotes and personal reminiscences of President Lincoln, by Frank B. Carpenter.

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Rocketts, about a mile below the city, and thelnce, acc(ompallied by his young son and Admiral Porter, came
to the city in a boat. His coming was. unannounced.
No roll of drums or presented arms greeted his approach.
He had not even a military guard. The sailors who had
rowed him up accompanied him, armed with carbines.
He came in no triumphal car, not even on horseback, to'
be "thl observed of all observers;" but, like any other
citizen, walk -d up tlle streets towards General Weitzel's
head-quarteTs, in the house occupied two days before by
Jeffersin Davis. But the news of his arrival spread as
he walked, and from all sides the colored people came
running together, with cries of intense exultation, to
creet their deliverer. A writer in the Atlanztic Jfonthly,
thus, from personal observation, describes the scene:They gathered round the President, ran ahead, hovered upon the flanks
of the little company, and hung like a dark cloud upon the rear. Men,
women, and children joined tlhe constantly-increasing throng. They
(came fron all the by-streets, running in breathless haste, shouting and
halloDoing, and dancing with delight. The men threw up their hats, the
women waved their bonnets and handkerchiefs, clapped their hands, and
sang, "(;lory to God! glory, glory!" rendering all the praise to God,
who had lheard their wailings in the past, their nioanings for wives, husbainds, c(lildren, and friends sold out of their siglht; had given them freedoni, and after long years of waiting, had permitted them thus unexpectedly to behold thle face of their great benefactor.
"I thank you, dear Jesus, that I behold President Linkum!" was the
exclamation of a woman who stood upon the threshold of her lumble
home, and with streaming eyes and clasped hands gave thanks aloud to
the Saviour of men.
Another, more demonstrative in her joy, was jumping and striking her
hands with all her might, crying, " Bless de Lord! Bless de Lord!
Bless de Lord!" as if there could be no end to her thanksgiving.
The air rang with a tumultuous chorus of voices. The street became
almost impassable on account ofthe increasing multitude, till soldiers
were summoned to clear the way. * * *
The walk was long, and the President halted a lmoment to rest. "May
de good Lord bless you, President Linku! " said an old negro, removing
his hat and bowing, with tears of joy rolling down his cheeks. The President removed his own hat, and bo' d in silence; but it was a bow
wlich upset the forms, laws, customs, and ceremonies of centuries. It
was a death-shock to chivalry and a mortal wound to caste. Recognize a