I see the president almost every day, as I happen to live where he passes to or from his lodgings out of town. He never sleeps at the White House during the hot season, but has quarters at a healthy location some three miles north of the city, the Soldiers' Home, a United States military establishment. I saw him this morning about 8.30 coming in to business, riding on Vermont Avenue. He always has a company of twenty-five or thirty cavalry, with sabres drawn and held upright over their shoulders. They say this guard was against his personal wish, but he let his counselors have their way. Mr. Lincoln on the saddle generally rides a good-sized, easy-going grey horse, is dressed in plain black, somewhat rusty and dusty, wears a black stiff hat, and looks about as ordinary in attire, etc., as the commonest man. I see very plainly Abraham Lincoln's dark brown face, with the deep-cut lines, the eyes, always to me with a deep latent sadness in the expression.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Abraham Lincoln
There was a news story in the Medford, Mail Tribune today about the restoration of the home Abraham Lincoln would move to in the summer to escape the heat of Washington D.C. when he was President during the Civil War. The home is about three miles east of the White House. The government has restored it to how it was when Lincoln and his family stayed there. The news story had part of the quote below by Walt Whitman from his diary dated 12 August 1893