Another pause, and a painful one succeeded, and then Hunter, with a pleasant smile remarked: “Well, Mr. Lincoln, we have about concluded that we shall not be hanged as long as you are President--if we behave ourselves.” And Hunter meant what he said. “SMELT NO ROYALTY IN OUR CARRIAGE.” On one occasion, in going to meet an appointment in the southern part of the Sucker State--that section of Illinois called Egypt--Lincoln, with other friends, was traveling in the “caboose” of a freight train, when the freight was switched off the main track to allow a special train to pass. Lincoln’s more aristocratic rival (Stephen A. Douglas) was being conveyed to the same town in this special. The passing train was decorated with banners and flags, and carried a band of music, which was playing “Hail to the Chief.” As the train whistled past, Lincoln broke out in a fit of laughter, and said: “Boys, the gentleman in that car evidently smelt no royalty in our carriage.” HELL A MILE FROM THE WHITE HOUSE. Ward Lamon told this story of President Lincoln, whom he found one day in a particularly gloomy frame of mind. Lamon said: “The President remarked, as I came in, ‘I fear I have made Senator Wade, of Ohio, my enemy for life.’ “‘How?’ I asked. “‘Well,’ continued the President, ‘Wade was here just now urging me to dismiss Grant, and, in response to something he said, I remarked, “Senator, that reminds me of a story.”’ “‘What did Wade say?’ I inquired of the President. “‘He said, in a petulant way,’ the President responded, ‘“It is with you, sir, all story, story! You are the father of every military blunder that has been made during the war. You are on your road to hell, sir, with this government, by your obstinacy, and you are not a mile off this minute.”’ “‘What did you say then?’ “I good-naturedly said to him,’ the President replied, ‘“Senator, that is just about from here to the Capitol, is it not?” He was very angry, grabbed up his hat and cane, and went away.’” HIS “GLASS HACK” President Lincoln had not been in the White House very long before Mrs. Lincoln became seized with the idea that a fine new barouche was about the proper thing for “the first lady in the land.” The President did not care particularly about it one way or the other, and told his wife to order whatever she wanted. Lincoln forgot all about the new vehicle, and was overcome with astonishment one afternoon when, having acceded to Mrs. Lincoln’s desire to go driving, he found a beautiful barouche standing in front of the door of the White House. His wife watched him with an amused smile, but the only remark he made was, “Well, Mary, that’s about the slickest ‘glass hack’ in town, isn’t it?” LEAVE HIM KICKING.