XIX. THE GLORY OF GETTYSBURG 226

XX. "NO END OF A BOY" 234

XXI. LIEUTENANT TAD LINCOLN, PATRIOT 248

INTRODUCTION

LINCOLN FROM NEW AND UNUSUAL SOURCES

The boy or girl who reads to-day may know more about the real Lincoln
than his own children knew. The greatest President's son, Robert
Lincoln, discussing a certain incident in their life in the White House,
remarked to the writer, with a smile full of meaning:

"I believe you know more about our family matters than I do!"

This is because "all the world loves a lover"--and Abraham Lincoln loved
everybody. With all his brain and brawn, his real greatness was in his
heart. He has been called "the Great-Heart of the White House," and
there is little doubt that more people have heard about him than there
are who have read of the original "Great-Heart" in "The Pilgrim's
Progress."

Indeed, it is safe to say that more millions in the modern world are
acquainted with the story of the rise of Abraham Lincoln from a poorly
built log cabin to the highest place among "the seats of the mighty,"
than are familiar with the Bible story of Joseph who arose and stood
next to the throne of the Pharaohs.

Nearly every year, especially since the Lincoln Centennial, 1909,
something new has been added to the universal knowledge of one of the
greatest, if not _the_ greatest man who ever lived his life in the
world. Not only those who "knew Lincoln," but many who only "saw him
once" or shook hands with him, have been called upon to tell what they
saw him do or heard him say. So hearty was his kindness toward everybody
that the most casual remark of his seems to be charged with deep human
affection--"the touch of Nature" which has made "the whole world kin" to
him.

He knew just how to sympathize with every one. The people felt this,
without knowing why, and recognized it in every deed or word or touch,
so that those who have once felt the grasp of his great warm hand seem
to have been drawn into the strong circuit of "Lincoln fellowship," and
were enabled, as if by "the laying on of hands," to speak of him ever
after with a deep and tender feeling.

There are many such people who did not rush into print with their
observations and experiences. Their Lincoln memories seemed too sacred
to scatter far and wide. Some of them have yielded, with real
reluctance, in relating all for publication in