<h3>"WE SHALL BEAT THEM, MY SON!"</h3>
<p>George W. Curtis, New York editor, called on the President in the
first winter of the war, with the Illinoisian's friend, Judge Arnold.
He said that the official wore a sad, weary, and anxious look, and
spoke with a softened, touching voice. But he added to his good-by
at the door in shaking hands, with paternal kindness and profound
conviction:</p>
<p>"We shall beat them, my son! we shall beat them!"
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