ONE MAN ISN’T MISSED.

Salmon P. Chase, when Secretary of the Treasury, had a disagreement with

other members of the Cabinet, and resigned.

The President was urged not to accept it, as “Secretary Chase is to-day

a national necessity,” his advisers said.

“How mistaken you are!” Lincoln quietly observed. “Yet it is not

strange; I used to have similar notions. No! If we should all be turned

out to-morrow, and could come back here in a week, we should find our

places filled by a lot of fellows doing just as well as we did, and in

many instances better.

“Now, this reminds me of what the Irishman said. His verdict was that

‘in this country one man is as good as another; and, for the matter

of that, very often a great deal better.’ No; this Government does not

depend upon the life of any man.”

“STRETCHED THE FACTS.”

George B. Lincoln, a prominent merchant of Brooklyn, was traveling

through the West in 1855-56, and found himself one night in a town on

the Illinois River, by the name of Naples. The only tavern of the place

had evidently been constructed with reference to business on a small

scale. Poor as the prospect seemed, Mr. Lincoln had no alternative but

to put up at the place.

The supper-room was also used as a lodging-room. Mr. Lincoln told his

host that he thought he would “go to bed.”

“Bed!” echoed the landlord. “There is no bed for you in this house

unless you sleep with that man yonder. He has the only one we have to

spare.”

“Well,” returned Mr. Lincoln, “the gentleman has possession, and perhaps

would not like a bed-fellow.”

Upon this a grizzly head appeared out of the pillows, and said:

“What is your name?”

“They call me Lincoln at home,” was the reply.

“Lincoln!” repeated the stranger; “any connection of our Illinois

Abraham?”

“No,” replied Mr. Lincoln. “I fear not.”

“Well,” said the old gentleman, “I will let any man by the name of

‘Lincoln’ sleep with me, just for the sake of the name. You have heard

of Abe?” he inquired.

“Oh, yes, very often,” replied Mr. Lincoln. “No man could travel far

in this State without hearing of him, and I would be very glad to claim

connection if I could do so honestly.”

“Well,” said the old gentleman, “my name is Simmons. ‘Abe’ and I used

to live and work together when young men. Many a job of woodcutting and

rail-splitting have I done up with him. Abe Lincoln was the likeliest

boy in God’s world. He would work all day as hard as any of us and study

by firelight in the log-house half the night; and in this way he made

himself a thorough, practical surveyor. Once, during those days, I was

in the upper part of the State, and I met General Ewing, whom President

Jackson had sent to the Northwest to make surveys. I told him about Abe

Lincoln, what a student he was, and that I wanted he should give him a

job. He looked over his memorandum, and, holding out a paper, said:

“‘There is County must be surveyed; if your friend can do the work

properly, I shall be glad to have him undertake it--the compensation

will be six hundred dollars.’

“Pleased as I could be, I hastened to Abe, after I got home, with an

account of what I had secured for him. He was sitting before the fire

in the log-cabin when I told him; and what do you think was his answer?

When I finished, he looked up very quietly, and said:

“‘Mr. Simmons, I thank you very sincerely for your kindness, but I don’t

think I will undertake the job.’

“‘In the name of wonder,’ said I, ‘why? Six hundred does not grow upon

every bush out here in Illinois.’

“‘I know that,’ said Abe, ‘and I need the money bad enough, Simmons,

as you know; but I have never been under obligation to a Democratic

Administration, and I never intend to be so long as I can get my living

another way. General Ewing must find another man to do his work.’”

A friend related this story to the President one day, and asked him if

it were true.

“Pollard Simmons!” said Lincoln. “Well do I remember him. It is correct

about our working together, but the old man must have stretched the

facts somewhat about the survey of the county. I think I should have

been very glad of the job at the time, no matter what Administration was

in power.”

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