1 Nanny Browning was probably not a near relative.
SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 416
1 Nanny Browning was probably not a near relative.
SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 416
Fine day. At 512 P.
M. took the cars for Springfield to attend US Circuit Court. Reached
Springfield at midgnight and stopped at the American. Many democrats were in
Company coming over to attend the meeting of the democratic State Convention on
Wednesday. Quite cloudy & thundering and lightning when we arrived at
Springfield, and some rain before day. The Circuit Court commenced in Quincy to
day but I could not remain, being compelled to come here
SOURCE: The
Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 415
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| Young Lincoln by Thomas Hicks. |
Lincoln bears his
honors meekly As soon as other company had retired after I went in he fell into
his old habit of telling amusing stories, and we had a free and easy talk of an
hour or two.
Called at Dr Browns
after tea
1 Thomas Hicks
SOURCE: The
Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 415
Democratic State
Convention in session here to day, and the Court did but little business Spent
a portion of the day with Lincoln talking to him whilst Mr Hicks worked upon
his portrait He completed it this P. M. In my judgment it is an exact, life
like likeness, and a beautiful work of art. It is deeply imbued with the
intellectual and spiritual, and I doubt whether any one ever succeeds in
getting a better picture of the man.
"Lincoln's
published works include a memorandum concerning his birthplace which was given
to the "Artist Hicks" on June 14, 1860. Nicolay and Hay, Complete
Works of Abraham Lincoln (Gettysburg edition).
SOURCE: The
Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 415
Springfield. Rained last night and this forenoon. Attending
Court. Spent the evening at Lincolns
SOURCE: The
Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 416
Fine, warm summer
day—Attending Court. Took tea at Dubois with Lincoln
SOURCE: The
Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 416
On Thursday last, Willie Lincoln, son of President Lincoln, died at the White House. He was a fine looking boy, eleven years and two months old, and his intelligence and vivacity made him a favorite with old and young. He was the second son of the President. He died of typhoid fever. This sad event has plunged the parents into great distress—as the President was dotingly fond of his children. Both Houses of Congress adjourned on Friday as a mark of respect and sympathy for the President. The members of the Cabinet with their families called on the President and Mrs. Lincoln, to tender their condolence. No others were admitted to the Presidential Mansion. The foreign Ministers, Senators, and other leading citizens sent cards and letters of condolence. The body was embalmed and would be sent to Springfield, Ill. The illumination of public buildings in Washington, which was to have taken place on the evening of the 22d, was dispensed with on acct of the death of the son of the President.
SOURCE: “Death of the President’s Son,” The Adams Sentinel and General Advertizer, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, Wednesday, February 26, 1862, p. 2, col. 4
It is stated that the embalmed remains of the President’s son would leave for Springfield, after the funeral at the White House.
SOURCE: “Willie Lincoln,” Daily Illinois State Journal, Springfield, Illinois, Tuesday Morning, February, 25, 1862, p. 3, col. 1
After weeks of
anxious waiting for the orders and the completing of the rolls, on the ninth
day of July, 1865, the Seventh Illinois Veteran Volunteer Infantry is mustered
out of the United States service. The same evening we cross the Ohio river and
take the cars at Jeffersonville, Indiana, for Springfield, Illinois, where we
arrive on the 11th of July and go into camp near Camp Butler, and remain there
until the 18th, when we receive our pay and final discharge, and to our homes
return to enjoy again the peace and quiet of civil life.
Kind reader, our
task is done; through more than four years of war and carnage unknown to but
few nations, we have gone step by step to tell the story of the Seventh in
those turbulent years—"years that saw this nation brought up from darkness
and bondage, to light and liberty." Our mind now reverts, and we remember
when they fell—remember where their life blood ebbed away, while it was yet the
spring-time of life with them.
As the years of
peace roll in, may America's triumphant and happy people cherish their names,
and passing the scenes of their glory and their last struggle in their
country's cause, may they drop tears to their memory, remembering that they
helped to save this union in those days of war's wrathful power. In uncoffined
graves, among strangers they are now resting, and no chiseled stones stand
there to tell the wandering pilgrims of freedom where they sleep. Hence no
epitaphs are theirs, but they need none, for these are written in the hearts of
their countrymen. Farewell, ye brave-hearted men! Farewell, bright hopes of the
past; farewell! farewell, noble comrades who sleep in the sunny south! Peace to
the ashes of the Seventh's noble fallen; peace, eternal peace to the ashes of
every fallen soldier who went down in America's great crusade for freedom,
truth, and the rights of men!
"How sleep the
brave who sink to rest,
With all their country's wishes blest!
When spring with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck the hallowed mound,
She then shall dress a sweeter sod,
Than fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung,
Their honor comes a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.
"On fame's eternal camping ground,
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with solemn rounds,
The bivouac of the dead."
SOURCE: abstracted
from Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois
Volunteer Infantry, p. 313-15
Corraling our horses
and mules and leaving them in charge of the non-veterans, the regiment on the
8th of January, with drums beating, colors flying, and hopes beating high,
march from Pulaski, Tennessee. Arriving at Columbia we take the cars for
Nashville, where we remain in the Soldier's Home until transportation is
furnished. Transportation being furnished we proceed by rail to Louisville,
Kentucky, where we remain until we receive our pay and bounty-after which we
cross the Ohio and take the cars for Springfield, Illinois.
The train carrying
the Seventh is now near Springfield; soon we expect to meet a grateful people,
who have already been informed of the hour of our arrival. The train moves
slowly across Sangamon river, and as it emerges from the timber and approaches
the city we hear the cannon's roar. The echoes roll across the prairie, telling
to us that the great loyal heart of Illinois still beats true for liberty and
its defenders. The train moves into the Great Western depot, and a vast crowd
is now moving towards us. The patriot fathers are here; mothers, sisters and
lovers, with anxious throbbing hearts whose pulses have ever beaten true for
Union and liberty, come like a beautiful sun-tinted wave against the Seventh.
Tears fall like dew drops for the loved and lost, who come not back, but when
the returning comrade says to that sister or that maiden, "your Willie
fought bravely on Shiloh's field, until liberty in her trying hours claimed him
upon her hallowed altar," their faces sparkle with holy light and they
reply: “How proud I am to know that they were thus brave soldiers in the war
for republican nationality.” Oh! how noble these loyal hearts that open so wide
for the boys in blue. The regiment sways back the crowd and forms in line.
Wheeling into company column, Colonel Rowett commences to move through the city;
a grateful people continues to follow the regiment wherever they march; the men
move firmly-their steps are even.
Some one says
"they are proud," and another replies, “and well may they be; for the
record they have made in this crusade for freedom is enough to create within
them a feeling of pride.” After marching through some of the principal streets
of the city, the colonel leads the regiment into the State House yard, where he
forms the regiment in divisions and closes in mass. Our old Colonel, now
Brigadier General, John Cook, commanding the military at Springfield, appears
at one of the windows, and with his loud and familiar voice says: "Colonel
Rowett, by the direction of Governor Yates, you will proceed with your regiment
into the Representatives Chamber.” The hall is now densely crowded with the
Illinois Seventh and her loyal men and women. Governor Yates now comes forward
and in behalf of the loyal people of Illinois he says: "Welcome! Welcome,
Seventh! to your homes and friends. The heart of this great commonwealth goes
out in love for you, starting tears to the memory of those of your number whom
you have left in the sunny south. Again I say in behalf of the loyal people,
welcome, welcome Seventh.” His big heart being so full he could say no more,
and was compelled to sit down. Brigadier General Cook now comes forward,
carrying on his arm the Seventh's old Donelson and Shiloh banner, and as he
unfurled it in that chamber, those men who stood around it amid tempest and
smoke, like a pillar of steel and fire, seemed to move towards it with all
their hearts, for men never appeared to love a flag more; they loved it because
of its associations, for when they gazed upon its shot-torn folds they
remembered the eventful past, remembered the terrible battle flames through
which it had been carried, remembered the loyal soldiers whose hearts ceased
their pulsations beneath its shadow. General Cook commences to speak, and for
one hour holds the vast audience spell-bound by his eloquence. He pays a
touching tribute to the regiment's fallen, and we dare say a more beautiful
tribute was never uttered in this chamber than this tribute delivered by
General Cook. He spoke to the loyal heart, and it seemed that every word as
fast as uttered entered there, for when he closed few eyes were dry in that
vast audience. After a few apt and appropriate remarks by Colonel Rowett and Major
Estabrook the audience disperses. The hotels are thrown open and the loyal
people invite the regiment to throw themselves upon their hospitality during
their stay in the city. Having free access, a portion of the regiment remains
during the night in Representatives Hall.
Remaining in
Springfield until the furloughs are issued the different companies on the 19th
day of January, leave for their homes. We will now for a while leave the
Seventh Illinois Veteran Volunteer Infantry with their friends, trusting that
the loyal people will lavish upon them their hospitality and love in
consideration of the noble part they have played thus far in the war for human
freedom.