In 1841 you and I had together a tedious low-water trip, on a Steam Boat from Louisville to St. Louis. You may remember, as I well do, that from Louisville to the mouth of the Ohio there were, on board, ten or a dozen slaves, shackled together with irons. That sight was a continual torment to me; and I see something like it every time I touch the Ohio, or any other slave-border.

Great men are ordinary men with extra ordinary determination.

I failed, I failed, and that is about all that can be said about it.

Honor to the soldier and sailor everywhere, who bravely bears his country's cause. Honor, also, to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field and serves, as he best can, the same cause.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.

I am greatly obliged to you, and to all who have come forward at the call of their country.

I never trusted a man who never smoked or drank.