Abe, at one of his morning levees, had a visitor who introduced himself as one of the President’s best friends, and soliciting a government post then vacant as the gift of Abe, urged his claim for the appointment upon the ground that it was solely through the applicant’s exertions Mr. Lincoln was elected president. “Oh, indeed;” said Abe, “I now look upon the man, who of all men, has crowned my existence with a crown of thorns--no post for you in my gift, I assure you; I wish you good morning.” _Merry-Making._ When the Merrimac was about to be christened. The president remarked, “that it was a somewhat strange _title_ as the ship was built, to make mourning rather than _make merry_.” _A Husband’s Wit._ MRS. L-- was, one day, engaged in making an apple pie, and in the operation contrived to besmear her face with the _batter_. The president observing the same, asked her “the loan of her _batter eye_” (battery). _The cause discovered._ When the Federals flew before the Southerners at Bull’s run. Lincoln remarked that “it resulted from the army having _too many wings_.” _Byronic._ Lincoln, upon hearing that an old friend of his had gone to Utah, said “he supposed he had gone to spend his _latter days_ among the _Mormon knights_.” _A satisfactory conclusion._ When Lincoln read the account of Bull’s run, wherein it said that the Northern army was knocked into a cocked hat. Lincoln drily remarked that “he supposed it had been caught _napping_.” _A mother’s alarm._ A lady was lamenting to the president that her only son had gone to the war, and asked him what she had better do. “Oh,” he replied, “you can’t do better than buy him _a life preserver_.” _Punning again._ Governor Seymour telegraphed to Lincoln during the late riots in New York City, that there was no occasion to act so harshly and drag so many citizens off to prison. The reply was that “he (the president) thought quite differently, and that he should never be content till he’d _see more_ (Seymour) there.” _Idol._ “There you are,” said Mrs. Lincoln one day to her husband--at your idol again--alluding to his well-known love of tobacco. “Yes, my dear,” was his reply, “_I am burning it._” _A Word for the Irish._ A lieutenant told the president that of all the men that composed his regiment, the Irish gave him the greatest amount of uneasiness. “Sir,” was Lincoln’s reply, “our enemies, the rebels, make the same complaint.” _Skill of a Young Officer._ McClellan was once speaking to the President of a promising young officer who was slain at the cattle of Bull’s run. “Oh,” said the American Chief, “if there was doubt about his being skilled while living, no one doubts but that _he’s_ (s) _killed_ now.” _A foot in it._