delivered in New York.  What he had prepared for Mr. Beecher’s church-folks might not be altogether appropriate to a miscellaneous political audience.  Saturday was spent in a review of the speech, and on Sunday morning he went to Plymouth church, where apparently he greatly enjoyed the service.  On Monday morning I waited upon him with several members of the Young Men’s Republican Union, into whose hands the preparations for the meeting at the Cooper Institute had fallen.  We found him in a suit of black, much wrinkled from its careless packing in a small valise.  He received us cordially, apologizing for the awkward and uncomfortable appearance he made in his new suit, and expressing himself surprised at being in New York.  His form and manner were indeed very odd, and we thought him the most unprepossessing public man we had ever met.  I spoke to him of the manuscript of his forthcoming address, and suggested to him that it should be given to the press at his earliest convenience, in order that it might be published in full on the morning following its delivery.  He appeared in much doubt as to whether any of the papers would care to print it; and it was only when I accompanied a reporter to his room and made a request for it, that he began to think his words might be of interest to the metropolitan public.  He seemed wholly ignorant of the custom of supplying slips to the different journals from the office first putting the addresses in type, and was charmingly innocent of the machinery so generally used, even by some of our most popular orators, to give success and eclat to their public efforts.  The address was written upon blue foolscap paper, all in his own hand, and with few interlineations.  I was bold enough to read portions of it, and had no doubt that its delivery would create a marked sensation throughout the country.  Lincoln referred frequently to Douglas, but always in a generous and kindly manner.  It was difficult to regard them as antagonists.  Many stories of the famous Illinois debates were told us, and in a very short time his frank and sparkling conversation won our hearts and made his plain face pleasant to us all.  During the day it was suggested that he should be taken up Broadway and shown the city, of which he knew but little—­stating, I think, that he had been here but once before.  At one place he met an Illinois acquaintance of former years, to whom he said, in his dry, good-natured way:  ‘Well, B., how have you fared since you left Illinois?’ To which B. replied, ’I have made a hundred thousand dollars, and lost all.  How is it with you, Mr. Lincoln?’ ‘Oh, very well,’ said Lincoln.  ’I have the cottage at Springfield, and about eight thousand dollars in money.  If they make me Vice-president with Seward, as some say they will, I hope I shall be able to increase it to twenty thousand; and that is as much as any man ought to want.’  We visited a photographic establishment upon the corner of Broadway and Bleeker streets, where he sat for his