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eving, sti

labor and

city of Washington. I was kindly received at the house of my cousin, Mrs. Reese, in which sanctum my heart took fresh hope and courage. This was during the administration of Mr. Buchanan, and I first repaired to the bachelor President, who received me in his private audience-room with all of his chara

e its price. So spoke, so did, the noble man, in whose heart was enshrined the memory of one cherished love, the idolized object of w

rendered me so nearly speechless that I could only silently and tremblingly tende

the book?" to which I

ward me, and asked: "W

of offended dignity, and I promptly r

y to you-'You are the cherished idol of my worship, the one sweet

uld think he had more poetry tha

for a dozen copies of my book in his hand, and on his lips a penitent and evidently heartfelt assurance that he mean

ury Department, where the first

. Suddenly the loving arm of a young girl encircled me. Kisses fell upon my forehead, cheek and lips, and words

ries my presence had evoked. They took me to their home in the city, and lavished upon me all the kindness and attention love could suggest. Among the many reminiscences came the one sad story of the father's death. In on

ght of untold suspense the morning revealed to them the shocking sight of his dead body lying in the corner of an adjoining lot, his face smiling and peaceful in death, his arms folded and limbs outstretched. He had

se of death, but such was the sad dawning of their Christmas day, and so, a

id life

mbre cypres

ver a joy

of sorro

of gratitude for the great facilities afforded me in the way of permits to canvass in the

ach and all was courteously received. In subsequent years I had also great reason for gratitude to Mr. Colfax, who n