<h3>THE MAYOR IS THE BETTER HORSE.</h3>
<p>The Lowell <i>Citizen</i> editor participated in a presidential
reception in 1864, just before the fall of Richmond. The usher giving
intimation that the President would see his audience at once, all
were ushered into the inner room. "Abraham Lincoln's countenance bore
that open, benignant outline expected; but what struck us especially
was its cheerful, wide-awake expressiveness, never met with in the
pictures of our beloved chief. The secret may have been that Secretary
Stanton--middle-aged, well-built, stern-visaged man--had brought in
his budget good news from Grant." After saluting his little circle
of callers, they were seated and attended to in turn.</p>
<p>First in order was a citizen of Washington, praying for pardon in the
case of a deserter.</p>
<p>"Well," said the President, after carefully reading the petition,
"it is only natural for one to want pardon; but I must in that case
have a responsible name that I <i>know</i>. I don't know you. Do you
live in the city?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"Do you know--h'm! the mayor?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"Well, the <i>mayor</i> is the better horse. Bring me his name and
I will let the boy off."</p>
<p>The soldier was pardoned.
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