rything in
it, and I have never been bothered with demonstrate since."

I thought of those wonderfully limpid speeches of his: of the Freeport
debates, and of the contrast between his style and Douglas's. And I
understood the reason for it at last. I understood the supreme mind that
had conceived the Freeport Question. And as I stood before him then, at
the close of this fearful war, the words of the Gospel were in my mind.
'So the last shall be first, and the first, last; for many be called,
but few chosen.'

How I wished that all those who have maligned and tortured him could
talk with him as I had talked with him. To know his great heart would
disarm them of all antagonism. They would feel, as I feel, that his life
is so much nobler than theirs, and his burdens so much heavier, that
they would go away ashamed of their criticism.

He said to me once, "Brice, I hope we are in sight of the end, now. I
hope that we may get through without any more fighting. I don't want to
see any more of our countrymen killed. And then," he said, as if talking
to himself, "and then we must show them mercy--mercy."

I thought it a good time to mention Colfax's case. He has been on my
mind ever since. Mr. Lincoln listened attentively. Once he sighed, and
he was winding his long fingers around each other while I talked.

"I saw the man captured, Mr. Lincoln," I concluded, "And if a
technicality will help him out, he was actually within his own skirmish
line at the time. The Rebel skirmishers had not fallen back on each side
of him."

"Brice," he said, with that sorrowful smile, "a technicality might save
Colfax, but it won't save me. Is this man a friend of yours?" he asked.

That was a poser.

"I think he is, Mr. Lincoln. I should like to call him so. I admire
him." And I went on to tell of what he had done at Vicksburg, leaving
out, however, my instrumentality in having him sent north. The President
used almost Sherman's words.

"By Jing!" he exclaimed. (That seems to be a favorite expression of
his.) "Those fellows were born to fight. If it wasn't for them, the
South would have quit long ago." Then he looked at me in his funny way,
and said, "See here, Steve, if this Colfax isn't exactly a friend of
yours, there must be some reason why you are pleading for him in this
way."

"Well, sir," I said, at length, "I should like to get him off on account
of his cousin, Miss Virginia Carvel. And I told him something about
Miss Carve