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Lincoln's Personal Life

The Rally To The President
The question insists upon rising again: were the anti-Lincoln politicians justified in their
exultation, the Lincoln politicians justified in their panic? Nobody will ever know; but it
is worth considering that the shrewd opportunist who expressed himself through The
Herald changed his mind during a fortnight in August. By one of those odd coincidences
of which history is full, it was on the twenty- third of the month that he warned the
Democrats and jeered at the Republicans in this insolent fashion:
"Many of our leading Republicans are now furious against Lincoln. . . . Bryant of The
Evening Post is very angry with Lincoln because Henderson, The Post's publisher, has
been arrested for defrauding the government.
Raymond is a little shaky and has to make frequent journeys to Washington for
instructions. . . .
"Now, to what does all this amount? Our experience of politics convinces us that it
amounts to nothing. The sorehead Republicans complain that Lincoln gives them either
too little shoddy or too little nigger. What candidate can they find who will give them
more of either?
"The Chicago (Democratic) delegates must very emphatically comprehend that they must
beat the whole Re-publican party if they elect their candidate. It is a strong party even yet
and has a heavy army vote to draw upon.The error of relying too greatly upon the
weakness of the Republicans as developed in the quarrels of the Republican leaders, may
prove fatal . . . the Republican leaders may have their personal quarrels, or their shoddy
quarrels, or their nigger quarrels with Old Abe; but he has the whip hand of them and
they will soon be bobbing back into the Republican fold, like sheep who have gone
astray. The most of the fuss some of them kick up now, is simply to force Lincoln to give
them their terms. .
"We have studied all classes of politicians in our day and we warn the Chicago
Convention to put no trust in the Republican soreheads. Furiously as some of them
denounce Lincoln now, and lukewarm as the rest of them are in his cause, they will all be
shouting for him as the only true Union candidate as soon as the nominations have all
been made and the chances for bargains have passed.
Whatever they say now, we venture to predict that Wade and his tail; and Bryant and his
tail; and Wendell Phillips and his tail; and Weed, Barney, Chase and their tails; and
Winter Davis, Raymond, Opdyke and Forney who have no tails; will all make tracks for
Old Abe's plantation, and will soon be found crowing and blowing, and vowing and
writing, and swearing and stumping the state on his side, declaring that he and he alone,
is the hope of the nation, the bugaboo of Jeff Davis, the first of Conservatives, the best of
Abolitionists, the purest of patriots, the most gullible of mankind, the easiest President to
manage, and the person especially predestined and foreordained by Providence to carry
on the war, free the niggers, and give all the faithful a fair share of the spoils. The
spectacle will be ridiculous; but it is inevitable."[1]