ident was much engaged in conversation with the party who
accompanied him, and he at length said:

"'Tad,' if you will be a good boy, and not disturb me any more until we
get to Fortress Monroe, I will give you a dollar."

The hope of reward was effectual for awhile in securing silence, but,
boylike, "Tad" soon forgot his promise, and was as noisy as ever. Upon
reaching their destination, however, he said, very promptly: "Father,
I want my dollar." Mr. Lincoln looked at him half-reproachfully for an
instant, and then, taking from his pocketbook a dollar note, he said
"Well, my son, at any rate, I will keep my part of the bargain."

TELLS AN EDITOR ABOUT NASBY.

Henry J. Raymond, the famous New York editor, thus tells of Mr.
Lincoln's fondness for the Nasby letters:

"It has been well said by a profound critic of Shakespeare, and it
occurs to me as very appropriate in this connection, that the spirit
which held the woe of Lear and the tragedy of "Hamlet" would have broken
had it not also had the humor of the "Merry Wives of Windsor" and the
merriment of the "Midsummer Night's Dream."

"This is as true of Mr. Lincoln as it was of Shakespeare. The capacity
to tell and enjoy a good anecdote no doubt prolonged his life.

"The Saturday evening before he left Washington to go to the front, just
previous to the capture of Richmond, I was with him from seven o'clock
till nearly twelve. It had been one of his most trying days. The
pressure of office-seekers was greater at this juncture than I ever knew
it to be, and he was almost worn out.

"Among the callers that evening was a party composed of two Senators,
a Representative, an ex-Lieutenant-Governor of a Western State, and
several private citizens. They had business of great importance,
involving the necessity of the President's examination of voluminous
documents. Pushing everything aside, he said to one of the party:

"'Have you seen the Nasby papers?'

"'No, I have not,' was the reply; 'who is Nasby?'

"'There is a chap out in Ohio,' returned the President, 'who has been
writing a series of letters in the newspapers over the signature of
Petroleum V. Nasby. Some one sent me a pamphlet collection of them the
other day. I am going to write to "Petroleum" to come down here, and I
intend to tell him if he will communicate his talent to me, I will swap
places with him!'

"Thereupon he arose, went to a drawer in his desk, and, taking out
the 'Letters,' sat dow