Seeing a laborer at work not far from the Executive Mansion, Mr.
Collyer asked him what it all meant. To whom did the feet belong, and,
particularly, the mammoth ones? "You old fool," answered the workman,
"that's the Cabinet, which is a-settin', an' them thar big feet belongs
to 'Old Abe.'"

A BULLET THROUGH HIS HAT.

A soldier tells the following story of an attempt upon the life of Mr.
Lincoln "One night I was doing sentinel duty at the entrance to the
Soldiers' Home. This was about the middle of August, 1864. About eleven
o'clock I heard a rifle shot, in the direction of the city, and shortly
afterwards I heard approaching hoof-beats. In two or three minutes a
horse came dashing up. I recognized the belated President. The President
was bareheaded. The President simply thought that his horse had taken
fright at the discharge of the firearms.

"On going back to the place where the shot had been heard, we found
the President's hat. It was a plain silk hat, and upon examination we
discovered a bullet hole through the crown.

"The next day, upon receiving the hat, the President remarked that it
was made by some foolish marksman, and was not intended for him; but
added that he wished nothing said about the matter.

"The President said, philosophically: 'I long ago made up my mind that
if anybody wants to kill me, he will do it. Besides, in this case, it
seems to me, the man who would succeed me would be just as objectionable
to my enemies--if I have any.'

"One dark night, as he was going out with a friend, he took along a
heavy cane, remarking, good-naturedly: 'Mother (Mrs. Lincoln) has got a
notion into her head that I shall be assassinated, and to please her I
take a cane when I go over to the War Department at night--when I don't
forget it.'"

NO KIND TO GET TO HEAVEN ON.

Two ladies from Tennessee called at the White House one day and begged
Mr. Lincoln to release their husbands, who were rebel prisoners at
Johnson's Island. One of the fair petitioners urged as a reason for the
liberation of her husband that he was a very religious man, and rang the
changes on this pious plea.

"Madam," said Mr. Lincoln, "you say your husband is a religious man.
Perhaps I am not a good judge of such matters, but in my opinion the
religion that makes men rebel and fight against their government is not
the genuine article; nor is the religion the right sort which reconciles
them to the idea of eating their bre