Recollections of Abraham Lincoln, 1847-1865Lamon, Ward Hill
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Recollections of Abraham Lincoln, 1847-1865
Lamon, Ward Hill
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
SIR,--I regret that you do not appreciate what I have repeatedly
said to you in regard to the proper police arrangements connected
with your household and your own personal safety. _You are in
danger._ I have nothing to ask, and I flatter myself that you will
at least believe that I am honest. If, however, you have been
impressed differently, do me and the country the justice to dispose
at once of all suspected officers, and accept my resignation of the
marshalship, which is hereby tendered. I will give you further
reasons which have impelled me to this course. To-night, as you
have done on several previous occasions, you went unattended to the
theatre. When I say unattended, I mean that you went alone with
Charles Sumner and a foreign minister, neither of whom could defend
himself against an assault from any able-bodied woman in this city.
And you know, or ought to know, that your life is sought after, and
will be taken unless you and your friends are cautious; for you
have many enemies within our lines. You certainly know that I have
provided men at your mansion to perform all necessary police duty,
and I am always ready myself to perform any duty that will properly
conduce to your interest or your safety.
God knows that I am unselfish in this matter; and I do think that I
have played low comedy long enough, and at my time of life I think
I ought at least to attempt to play star engagements.
I have the honor to be
Your obedient servant,
WARD H. LAMON.
Mr. Lincoln had in his great heart no place for uncharitableness or
suspicion; which accounts for his singular indifference to the
numberless cautions so earnestly and persistently pressed upon him by
friends who knew the danger to which he was hourly exposed. He had a
sublime faith in human nature; and in that faith he lived until the
fatal moment when the nations of the earth were startled by a tragedy
whose mournful consequences no man can measure.
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