I.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN[2].

The night previous to the meeting of the Convocation[3] of Chicago, Mr. Lincoln did not get home until[4] eleven o’clock _at night_. In the morning[5] Mrs. Lincoln, who possessed a most amiable disposition, remonstrated with her good husband at breakfast. She kindly, but firmly, informed him[6] that politics[7] were leading him into bad habits, especially (S. 87, N. 6) to keeping late hours[8] and drinking at the rum shops. She did not like it; she had to sit up[9], and also the children were kept awake[10]. “And now, Abraham,” she continued, “let me tell you[11] that to-night I will go to bed at ten o’clock. If you come before that hour, well and good[12]; if not[13], I will not get up and let you in[14].” Ten o’clock came that night, and true to her word, Mrs. Lincoln went to bed with her children[15]. About an hour later Mr. Lincoln knocked at[16] the door. He knocked once, twice, and even three times before[17] an upper window was raised and the nightcap of a female looked out. “Who is there?” “I.” “You know what I told you, Abraham?” “Yes, but, wife, I have _got_ something very particular to tell you. Let me in!” “I don’t want to hear. It is political stuff[18].” “Wife, it is very important. There is[19] a telegraphic despatch, and I have been nominated for the Presidency[20].” “Oh, Abraham, this is awful! Now I know you have been drinking. I only suspected it before, and you may just go and sleep where you got your liquor[21]!” And down went the window with a slam[22]. The next day confirmed the truth of the news that the humble husband had been nominated to rule[23] over millions.—THE NEW YORK HERALD.