last story told by President Lincoln,
was to one of his Cabinet who came to see him, to ask if it would be
proper to permit "Jake" Thompson to slip through Maine in disguise and
embark for Portland.

The President, as usual, was disposed to be merciful, and to permit
the arch-rebel to pass unmolested, but Secretary Stanton urged that he
should be arrested as a traitor.

"By permitting him to escape the penalties of treason," persisted the
War Secretary, "you sanction it."

"Well," replied Mr. Lincoln, "let me tell you a story. There was an
Irish soldier here last summer, who wanted something to drink stronger
than water, and stopped at a drug-shop, where he espied a soda-fountain.
'Mr. Doctor,' said he, 'give me, plase, a glass of soda-wather, an'
if yez can put in a few drops of whiskey unbeknown to any one, I'll be
obleeged.' Now," continued Mr. Lincoln, "if 'Jake' Thompson is permitted
to go through Maine unbeknown to any one, what's the harm? So don't have
him arrested."

MORE LIGHT AND LESS NOISE.

The President was bothered to death by those persons who boisterously
demanded that the War be pushed vigorously; also, those who shouted
their advice and opinions into his weary ears, but who never suggested
anything practical. These fellows were not in the army, nor did they
ever take any interest, in a personal way, in military matters, except
when engaged in dodging drafts.

"That reminds me," remarked Mr. Lincoln one day, "of a farmer who lost
his way on the Western frontier. Night came on, and the embarrassments
of his position were increased by a furious tempest which suddenly burst
upon him. To add to his discomfort, his horse had given out, leaving him
exposed to all the dangers of the pitiless storm.

"The peals of thunder were terrific, the frequent flashes of lightning
affording the only guide on the road as he resolutely trudged onward,
leading his jaded steed. The earth seemed fairly to tremble beneath him
in the war of elements. One bolt threw him suddenly upon his knees.

"Our traveler was not a prayerful man, but finding himself involuntarily
brought to an attitude of devotion, he addressed himself to the Throne
of Grace in the following prayer for his deliverance:

"'O God! hear my prayer this time, for Thou knowest it is not often that
I call upon Thee. And, O Lord! if it is all the same to Thee, give us a
little more light and a little less noise.'

"I wish," the President said, sadly, "t