He said that he had enough of the Dahlgreens, Columbiads, and Raphael
repeaters--and that this was an American institution, which, "I guess,
I understand better than all other weapons!"


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LINCOLN'S FIRST LOVE-STORY.

In 1833, when Abraham was just over twenty, he fell in love with Anne,
or Annie Rutledge, at New Salem. Her father kept the tavern where
Lincoln boarded. But the girl was engaged to a dry-goods merchant,
named McNeil. This man, pretending to be of a high old Irish
family, likely to discountenance union to a publican's daughter,
shilly-shallied, but finally went East to get his folks' consent.
He acknowledged that he was parading under borrowed plumes, as he was
a McNamara in reality. He stayed away so long that the maid-forlorn
gave him up and listened to other suitors. Lincoln proposed, but
waited till the apparent jilt was heard from. Then they were espoused.
But a block to the match came in Lincoln having no position. Awaiting
his efforts as a law student, the wedding was postponed; but, meanwhile,
death came quick where fortune lagged. She died and left her lover
broken-hearted. He seems then to have been smitten with the brown
study afflicting him all his life, and by some, like Secretary
Boutwell, affirmed to be independent of the surrounding grounds for
depression and grief. Fears of suicide led his friends to watch him
closely; and he was known to go and lie on the grave of the maid,
whose name he said would dwell ever with him, while his heart was
buried with her. The rival, McNamara, returned too late to redeem his