Judge Kelly, of Pennsylvania, who was one of the committee to advise
Lincoln of his nomination, and who was himself a great many feet high,
had been eyeing Lincoln’s lofty form with a mixture of admiration and
possibly jealousy.
This had not escaped Lincoln, and as he shook hands with the judge he
inquired, “What is your height?”
“Six feet three. What is yours, Mr. Lincoln?”
“Six feet four.”
“Then,” said the judge, “Pennsylvania bows to Illinois. My dear man, for
years my heart has been aching for a President that I could look up to,
and I’ve at last found him.”