The President sot before a table covered with books and papers: and, good land! he no need to have been afraid and hung back; he was dressed up slick--slick enough for meetin', or a parin'-bee, or any thing. He had on a sort of a gray suit, and a rose-bud in his button-hole. He was a good-lookin' man, though he had a middlin' tired look in his kinder brown eyes as he looked up. [Illustration: SAMANTHA MEETING THE PRESIDENT.] I had calculated to act noble on that occasion, as I appeared before him who stood in the large, lofty shoes of the revered G. W., and sot in the chair of the (nearly) angel Garfield. I had thought that likely as not, entirely unbeknown to me, I should soar right off into a eloquent oration. For I honored him as a President. I felt like neighborin' with him on account of his name--Allen! (That name I took at the alter of Jonesville, and pure love.) But how little can we calculate on future contingencies, or what we shall do when we get there! As I stood before him, I only said what I had said before on a similar occasion, these simple words, that yet mean so much, so much,-- “Allen, I have come!” He, too, was overcome by his feelin's: I see he wuz. His face looked fairly solemn; but, as he is a perfect gentleman, he controlled himself, and said quietly these words, that, too, have a deep import,-- “I see you have.” He then shook hands with me, and I with him. I, too, am a perfect lady. And then he drawed up a chair for me with his own hands (hands that grip holt of the same hellum that G. W. had gripped holt of. O soul! be calm when I think ont), and asked me to set down; and consequently I sot. I leaned my umberell in a easy, careless position against a adjacent chair, adjusted my green veil in long, graceful folds,--I hain't vain, but I like to look well,--and then I at once told him of my errents. I told him-- “I had brought three errents to him from Jonesville,--one for myself, and two for Dorlesky Burpy.” He bowed, but didn't say nothin': he looked tired. Josiah always looks tired in the mornin' when he has got his milkin' and barn-chores done, so it didn't surprise me. And havin' calculated to tackle him on my own errent first, consequently I tackled him. I told him how deep my love and devotion to my pardner wuz. And he said, “he had heard of it.” And I says, “I s'pose so. I s'pose such things will spread, bein' a sort of a rarity. I'd heard that it had got out, way beyend Loontown, and all round.” “Yes,” he said, “it was spoke of a good deal.”