Scene,—A street in Washington.
Two officers walking together.
First Officer,—How much we have to be thankful for! The end of the war is in sight. We can draw a long breath at last.
Second Officer,—Yes, and we may bless God for the one who has brought us safely through such terrible dangers. No other than Old Abe would have been wise enough to do it. He was sent to us in our great need.
First Officer,—I believe it. They say that even when he was a backwoods boy, he talked of being President some day. He was determined to be a great man. But when he became great, did it make him proud? No, it made him eager to use his power in helping others. Such a big, tender heart I never knew.
Second Officer,—I heard that he seemed unusually happy to-day,—went driving with his wife in the afternoon, and this evening is at the theatre with her and a party of friends.
First Officer,—Perhaps his dream had something to do with it. Do you remember the day we heard of the success at Gettysburg, and his telling us of the dream he had the night before? I heard that he had the same one last
