<h2 class="nobreak" id="X">X</h2>
<p class="drop-cap a"><span class="smcap1">A</span> month before the first vote for President
was cast, Governor Gist, of
South Carolina, addressed a secret
circular to the other slave State governors
saying, that if Lincoln were elected, which
seemed almost certain, South Carolina would
secede from the Union. The whole South
was urged to join in this dismemberment of
the republic.</p>
<p>The answers of the governors, even before
the election had occurred, showed that
it was not the intention of the slave States to
submit to the rule of the majority, and that,
already, armed resistance to the national
authority was acceptable as the alternative
to “the yoke of a black Republican President.”</p>
<p>If any secret voice of this germinating
treason reached Lincoln at Springfield he
kept it to himself.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">98</span></p>
<p>But when his victory was assured by a
majority that made the combined vote of
his opponents seem insignificant, his continued
silence in the midst of general rejoicing
and boasting showed that he understood
the gravity of the situation.</p>
<p>South Carolina withdrew from the Union,
seizing custom houses, post offices, arsenals
and forts.</p>
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<p class="smaller"><span class="wspace">Stanton Chase President Lincoln Welles Smith/Seward Blair Bates</span></p>
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<p class="hang">Carpenter’s picture, painted under the personal supervision of Lincoln, represents the moment
when the President told his cabinet that he would issue the Proclamation of Emancipation in
fulfilment of a personal vow to God.</p>
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<p>President Buchanan, old, weak and cowardly,
promised to use no force against the
rebels, but to leave everything to Congress.
His Secretary of War, Mr. Floyd, of Virginia,
was a traitor, secretly helping the
slave States to arm against the general government.
His Secretary of the Treasury,
Mr. Cobb, of Georgia, also conspired with
the disunionists, and finally resigned to take
part in the rebellion. His Secretary of the
Interior, Mr. Thompson, of Mississippi,
actually acted as a rebel commissioner to
spread the doctrine of secession while he
was still in the Cabinet. The Assistant
Secretary of State, Mr. Trescott, was another
member of the great plot.</p>
<p>Within two months, Mississippi, Florida,
Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana and Texas
had followed South Carolina out of the
Union. Forts, arsenals, post offices and
custom houses were captured, the Stars and
Stripes lowered, and the rebel flag hoisted.</p>
<p>Before Lincoln could be inaugurated, the
seceded States had organized a Confederate
government, with Jefferson Davis for
President.</p>
<p>With treason in his Cabinet, and armed
rebellion openly preached in Congress, the
bewildered, rabbit-hearted Buchanan did
nothing to defend the national sovereignty.
He was no traitor—simply a poltroon, without
character, convictions or courage enough
to assert the plain powers of his office, and
willing to shelter his cringing soul and dishonored
responsibilities behind a paramount
authority which he pretended to find in
Congress.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">100</span></p>
<p>Imagine Lincoln, sitting in far-away
Springfield, helpless to act, while Buchanan
permitted a foreign government to be set up
within the United States, and promised to
use no force against the rebels lest war
might follow.</p>
<p>Think of the newly-chosen leader of the
American people compelled to silence and
impotence while the President refused to
send relief to loyal Major Anderson and his
handful of soldiers besieged in Fort Sumter
by rebels whose arms had been furnished
by the government they sought to destroy!</p>
<p>The lines in Lincoln’s face deepened.
His eyes grew more sorrowful. The stooping
shoulders stooped still lower. There
was that in his look sometimes that compelled
mingled awe and pity.</p>
<p>For Lincoln loved his country with the
love that a father has for his child, and the
pent-up agony that showed in his lean visage
as he watched the attempt to break up the
great republic might not yet find utterance.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">101</span></p>
<p>It was useless for him to repeat that he
did not hate the South; that he did not favor
the political and social equality of negroes
and whites; that he was not an abolitionist;
that, although he considered slavery wrong
and would oppose its extension to Kansas
and all other free soil of the United States,
he would do nothing to interfere with it in
the States where it had Constitutional rights.</p>
<p>Yet he waited patiently and silently, believing
that he could persuade the South
that he was not an enemy, and in that time of
slow anguish his soul turned to God for help.</p>
<p>The careless, foot-free, waggish woodchopper
of New Salem had scoffed at religion,
and written a bitter attack on the Bible,
which a wiser friend had snatched from his
hands and burned. The President-elect
with the cares of a mighty nation in its
death throes descending upon his shoulders,
stretched his hands child-like to a power
greater even than the “omnipotent and sovereign
people.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">102</span></p>
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<div class="caption">Fac-simile of Lincoln’s letter of acceptance</div>
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<p>Mr. Herndon, his law partner, has given
us an unforgetable picture of Lincoln a day
before his departure for the White House:</p>
<p>“He crossed to the opposite side of the
room and threw himself down on the old
office sofa, which, after many years of service,
had been moved against the wall for
support. He lay for some moments, his
face towards the ceiling, without either of
us speaking. Presently he inquired, ‘Billy’—he
always called me by that name—‘how
long have we been together?’ ‘Over sixteen
years,’ I answered. ‘We’ve never had
a cross word in all that time, have we?’...
He gathered a bundle of papers and
books he wished to take with him, and
started to go; but, before leaving, he made
the strange request that the sign-board
which swung on its rusty hinges at the foot
of the stairway should remain. ‘Let it
hang there,’ he said, with a significant lowering
of the voice. ‘Give our clients to understand
that the election of a President<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">103</span>
makes no change in the firm of Lincoln &
Herndon. If I live, I am coming back
some time, and then we’ll go right on practising
law as if nothing had happened.’ He
lingered for a moment, as if to take a
last look at the old quarters, and then he
passed through the door into the narrow
hallway.”</p>
<p>On the day Lincoln left Springfield to
take the oath of office at Washington he
stood in a cold rain on the rear end of the
train that was to take him away, and addressed
a bareheaded crowd. His face
worked with emotion. His lips trembled
and his voice shook. His eyes sought the
faces of his old neighbors with a new sadness.</p>
<p>“To-day I leave you,” he said, bending
his tall, ugly figure, as if in benediction. “I
go to assume a task more difficult than that
which devolved upon Washington. Unless
the great God who assisted him shall be with
me and aid me, I must fail.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">104</span></p>
<p>Strong men in the crowd wept.</p>
<p>“But if the same omniscient mind and
almighty arm that directed and protected
him shall guide and support me, I shall not
fail—I shall succeed.”</p>
<p>The long arms and bony hands were extended.
The crooked mouth quivered, the
gray eyes were moist, and the tall figure
seemed to grow taller.</p>
<p>“Let us all pray that the God of our fathers
may not forsake us now.”</p>
<p>With that prayer on his lips Lincoln went
on his way to Washington through many a
cheering multitude that uncovered as the
train passed.</p>
<p>He made speeches at Indianapolis, Columbus,
Steubenville, Pittsburg, Cleveland,
Buffalo, Albany and New York. He begged
the American people to be patient. No
blood would be shed unless the government
was compelled to act in self-defense. There
would be no “coercion” or “invasion” of
the South, but the United States would<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">105</span>
retake its own forts and other property and
collect duties on importations. In Cincinnati
Lincoln spoke to the South, which was
reviling him and defying the national authority,
in terms that prove how eager he
was to avert armed conflict:</p>
<p>“We mean to leave you alone, and in no
way interfere with your institutions; to
abide by all and every compromise of the
Constitution; and, in a word, coming back
to the original proposition, to treat you, so
far as degenerate men—if we have degenerated—may,
according to the examples of
those noble fathers, Washington, Jefferson
and Madison. We mean to remember that
you are as good as we are; that there is no
difference between us other than the difference
of circumstances. We mean to recognize
and bear in mind always that you have
as good hearts in your bosoms as other people,
or as we claim to have, and to treat you
accordingly.”</p>
<p>It took a great soul in a man of Lincoln’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">106</span>
heroic origin, direct methods, intense patriotism
and deep hatred of slavery to speak
in such terms to rebellion.</p>
<p>The time came when he hurled a million
armed men against the insurgent South,
when with a stroke of his pen he set free
four millions of slaves, representing a property
value of about two and a half billion
dollars; and when, with fire and sword and
the expenditure of hundreds of thousands of
lives and billions on billions of treasure, he
proved to the world that democratic institutions
were strong enough to resist the
mightiest shocks of civil war.</p>
<p>But as he moved on to the scene of his
great ordeal in Washington, there was nothing
but temperate reason, kindness and
peace on his lips.</p>
<p>It must not be forgotten that the tall,
gawky, sad-faced lawyer in ill-fitting funereal
black, was no limp-limbed product of
sedentary sentimentalism, but a man with
muscles of steel, who had thrashed and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">107</span>
cowed the most dreaded desperadoes of the
frontier, a self-made son of the wilderness,
who had battled against floods, famines and
wild beasts; and who had in him the stout
heart and steady will of the cabin-born and
forest-bred. Lincoln was incapable of fear,
save the fear of folly or injustice. He was
not afraid even of ridicule, that poisoned
weapon before which so many strong men
tremble.</p>
<p>As the nation prepared to honor the hundredth
anniversary of his birth, well might
it remember him, newly separated from his
provincial and rude, but heroic West, advancing
between the haggard passions of a
divided country with firm, brotherly hands
held out to the whole people.</p>
<p>In Philadelphia he was told by Allan
Pinkerton, the detective, that there was a
conspiracy to murder him when he reached
Baltimore. Unless he agreed to make the
rest of the journey secretly he could not
reach Washington alive. He was urged not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">108</span>
to expose himself again in public, but to go
right on to his destination at once.</p>
<p>With this knowledge of his peril, he assisted
in the raising of a new flag over Independence
Hall that day, and delivered a
noble address, in which he recalled the sentiment
in the Declaration of Independence
“which gave promise that in due time the
weights should be lifted from the shoulders
of all men, and that all should have an equal
chance.”</p>
<p>“Now, my friends,” he cried, his shrill
voice ringing to the outer edge of the excited
multitude, “can this country be saved
on that basis? If it can, I will consider myself
one of the happiest men in the world if
I can help to save it.... But if this
country cannot be saved without giving up
that principle, I was about to say that I
would rather be assassinated on this spot....
I have said nothing but what I am
willing to live by, and, if it be the pleasure
of Almighty God, to die by.”</p>
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<div class="caption">Mrs. Abraham Lincoln</div>
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<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">109</span></p>
<p>With assassins waiting in Baltimore to
save the cause of slavery and disunion by
striking down the President-elect, Lincoln,
by a secret change of plan, managed to reach
Washington in safety.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">110</span></p>
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