A member of Congress from Ohio came into Mr. Lincoln’s presence in a
state of unutterable intoxication, and sinking into a chair, exclaimed
in tones that welled up fuzzy through the gallon or more of whiskey that
he contained, “Oh, ‘why should (hic) the spirit of mortal be proud?’”
“My dear sir,” said the President, regarding him closely, “I see no
reason whatever.”