In the Courts of Memory, 1858 1875; from Contemporary Letters by L. de (Lillie de) Hegermann-Lindencrone
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song, "Mary Was a Lassie," which you like so much, so I sang that.
Mr. Lincoln said, "I think I might become a musician if I heard you often; but so far I only know two tunes." "'Hail, Columbia'?" I asked. "You know that, I am sure!" "Oh yes, I know that, for I have to stand up and take off my hat." "And the other one?" "The other one! Oh, the other one is the other when I don't stand up!" I am sorry not to have seen Mr. Lincoln again. There was something about him that was perfectly fascinating, but I think I have said this before. NIAGARA, _August, 1864._ DEAR AUNTY,--My last letter, written from Philadelphia, told you of my having made Mr. Lincoln's acquaintance. A few days after we left for Niagara, taking Rochester on our way. I had not seen Rochester since I was eleven years old, and mama and I both wanted to go there again. We slept in Rochester that night. The next morning a deputation headed by the director of the penitentiary, flanked by a committee of benevolent ladies, called upon us to beg me to sing for the penitents at the penitentiary the next day, it being Sunday. They all said, in chorus, that it would be a great and noble act. I did not (and I do not now) see why pickpockets and burglars should be |
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