![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Seward drove in, with Prince Napoleon and two of his suite in the carriage and, in a mock-heroic way-terms of intimacy evidently existing between the boy and the Secretary-the official gentleman took off his hat, and the Napoleon did the same, all making the young Prince President a ceremonial salute. I was one day passing the White House, when he was outside with a play-fellow on the sidewalk. ![]() Lincoln,” by Laura Searing (writing as Howard Glyndon). Willie had a gray and very baggy suit of clothes, and his style was altogether different from that of the curled darlings of the fashionable mothers. He never failed to seek me out in the crowd, shake hands, and make some pleasant remark and this in a boy of ten years of age, was, to say the least, endearing to a stranger. In “Funeral Oration for Willie Lincoln,” by Phineas D. His mind was active, inquisitive, and conscientious his disposition was amiable and affectionate his impulses were kind and generous and his words and manners were gentle and attractive. His self-possession- aplomb, as the French call it-was extraordinary. He was the sort of child people imagine their children will be, before they have children. In “Tad Lincoln’s Father,” by Julia Taft Bayne. Willie Lincoln was the most lovable boy I ever knew, bright, sensible, sweet-tempered and gentle-mannered. ![]()
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