One always expected him to lecture about his animals, but he never did; in fact, he scarcely mentioned them. His manner was that of an utter idiot, and his blank stare, when the audience laughed at something he had said, was enough in itself to send the whole hall into paroxysms of mirth. Lincoln said to me that day, "One glimpse of Ward would make a culprit laugh when he was being hung." No doubt one reason why Lincoln felt kindly toward Ward was because the latter was "most unselfishly trying to keep people cheerful in a most depressing time. He and Nasby," the President said, "are furnishing about all the cheerfulness we now have in this country." (Petroleum V. Nasby, it will be remembered, was the pen name taken by David Ross Locke in his witty letters from the "Confedrit Crossroads.") The humor of Ward may seem crude to us now, but in the dark days of '64 it took something more potent than refined wit to make people laugh--just as it took a series of ludicrous and not overrefined drawings to make England laugh in 1916; and it must be borne in mind that while Ward's sayings were homely and sometimes savored strongly of the frontier, they were never coarse or insinuating. But after all, the best way to learn what Lincoln really thought of Ward was to ask him, and I did exactly that. Also, I was careful to give close heed to his words, that I might be able to write them down immediately afterward. This, to the best of my recollection, was what Lincoln said: "I was told the other day by a Congressman from Maine that Ward was driven partly insane in his early life by the drowning of his intended bride in Norway Lake. I could feel _that_ in Ward's character somehow before I was told about it. Ward seems at times so utterly forlorn. "Nothing draws on my feelings like such a calamity. I knew what it was once. Yes! Yes! I know all about it. One never gets away from it. I must ask Ward to tell me all about his trouble sometime. I think that is what makes him so sad in appearances. Ward never laughs himself, unless he thinks it is his duty to make other people laugh. He is surely right about that. "Perhaps Ward's whisky drinking is all an attempt to drown his sorrow. Who knows? It is a mighty mistake to go to drink for comfort. I should suppose the memory of the woman, if she was one worth while, would keep him from such a foolish habit. I've been right glad that I let the stuff alone. There was plenty of it about. "Ward told me one day that he took to funny work as a makeshift for a decent living; and that he found it to be an honest way to go about doing good. I would have done that myself if I had not found harder work at the law.