Voices from the Past
peare? I have not. That I have read the newspapers? I have not. During bouts of fever I let myself return to other days; I see a woman in a log cabin bending over an open fire. I smell
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y pigeonhole
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in '44. We Lincolns were proud of that home. I liked the fireplace in the parlor on snowy nights. I liked the comfortable rockers and the black hair settee
" Then we rented our place. Wha
away a pair of
s, drums, bats. How Willie stormed when he
three words engraved on her w
reckoned w
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ht, when the White House is wrapped in memories. Then, candle or lamp beside, a fire in the fireplace, I hunt for inner balance. Per-haps the candles go out. Perhaps the fire goes out. I w
br
y, that old French scholar and trav-el
passions. To dis-solve such fatal chains, a miraculous concurrence of happy circumstances would be necessary: a whole nation, cured o
pas-sage of time, years of peace, will evolve prudence? Is war a k
Volney's Travels in Syria and
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he young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes
the boys with
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eneral McClellan say: "We must declare a truce to bury our dead." Alexandria, Fairfax, Sharpsburg, Harper's Ferry, Spotsylvania. That peculiar blindness continues, focuses now on faces I
cers. Their logistics have led to useless slaughter. Hellish bungling, I call it. B
he entire world? What if I
mother s
out now and plant
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, where they are not obliged to work under all circumstances, and are not tied down and obliged to labor whether you pay them or not! I like the system which lets a man
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eps slaves, and Jefferson had two hundred. Call it custom,
intelligent diplomacy. The relationship with foreign nations is ofte
ined. I sympathize with his problems but I can not get deeper into th
p with the largest population and greatest wealth, surmising that these advantages would bring about a definite resolution. However, in this conflict, the gamble is also
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oved a fireplace, and I said I liked one too-that we had a couple of them at home. She said she wrote a lot of her
me. I am afraid I reminisced too much about what I had read. She nodded very pleasantly and did not say much; wrap
got my guest; I could see a long road in summertime; I was walking along that road; I had borrowed Weems and stopped t
o say "good-bye