Compiled by London Swaminathan
Date: 18 November 2016
Time uploaded in London: 9-17 am
Pictures are taken from various sources; they are representational only; thanks.
Abraham Lincoln’s lame horse!
When Abraham Lincoln used to be drifting around the country, practising law at Fulton and Menard counties, Illinois, an old fellow met him going to Lewiston, riding a horse, which, while it was a serviceable enough animal, was not of the kind to be truthfully called a fine saddler. It was a weather beaten nag, patient and plodding, and it toiled along with Abe–and Abes books, tucked away in saddle bags, lay heavy on the horses flank.
Hello, Uncle Tommy, said Abe.
Hello Abe, responded Uncle Tommy. I am powerful glad to see ye, ye, for I am going to have something for you at Lewiston cot, I reckon.
How is that? Uncle Tommy, said Abe
Well, Jim Adams, his land runs long o mine , he is pestering me a heap, and I got to get the law on Jim, I reckon.
Uncle Tommy, you have not had any fight s with Jim, have you?
He is a fair to middling neighbor isn’t he?
Only tolerable, Abe.
He has been a neighbor of yours for a long time, hasn’t he?
Nigh on to fifteen years.
Part of the time you get along all right, don’t you?
I reckon, we do Abe
Well, now, uncle Tommy, you see this horse of mine?
He isn’t a good horse as I could straddle, and I sometimes get out of patience with him, but I know his faults. He does fairly well as horses go , and it might take me a long time to get used to some other horses faults. For all horses have faults. You and uncle Jimmy must put up with each other as I and my horse do with one another.
I reckon, Abe, said uncle Tommy, as he bit off about four ounces of Missouri plug, I reckon you are about right.
And Abe Lincoln with a smile on his gaunt face rode on toward Lewiston.
Colour one cheek!
Sir Francis De Sales, being consulted by a lady on the propriety of wearing rouge, replied,
“Some persons may object to it, and others may see no harm in it, but I shall take a middle course, by allowing you to rouge on one cheek.”
Sir Walter Scott’s Advice
Sir Walter Scott, once happening to hear his daughter Anne say of something that it was vulgar, gave the young lady the following rebuke:
“My love, you speak like a very young lady; do you know, after all, the meaning of this word vulgar? It is only common. Nothing that is common, except wickedness, can deserve to be spoken of in a tone of contempt.”