lady of Massachusetts, who was officiating as nurse in one of the hospitals, came in to attend the sick children.  She reports that Mr. Lincoln watched with her about the bedside of the sick ones, and that he often walked the room, saying sadly:  ’This is the hardest trial of my life.  Why is it?  Why is it?’ In the course of conversations with her, he questioned her concerning her situation.  She told him she was a widow, and that her husband and two children were in heaven; and added that she saw the hand of God in it all, and that she had never loved Him so much before as she had since her affliction.  ’How is that brought about?’ inquired Mr. Lincoln.  ’Simply by trusting in God, and feeling that He does all things well,’ she replied.  ’Did you submit fully under the first loss?’ he asked.  ‘No,’ she answered, ’not wholly; but as blow came upon blow, and all were taken, I could and did submit, and was very happy.’  He responded, ’I am glad to hear you say that.  Your experience will help me to bear my afflictions.’  On being assured that many Christians were praying for him on the morning of the funeral, he wiped away the tears that sprang in his eyes, and said, ’I am glad to hear that.  I want them to pray for me.  I need their prayers.’  As he was going out to the burial, the good lady expressed her sympathy with him.  He thanked her gently, and said, ’I will try to go to God with my sorrows.’  A few days afterward she asked him if he could trust God.  He replied, ’I think I can.  I will try.  I wish I had that childlike faith you speak of, and I trust He will give it to me.’  And then he spoke of his mother, whom so many years before he had committed to the dust among the wilds of Indiana.  In this hour of his great trial, the memory of her who had held him upon her bosom and soothed his childish griefs came back to him with tenderest recollections.  ‘I remember her prayers,’ said he, ’and they have always followed me.  They have clung to me all my life.’”

An interesting passage in the secret history of the war at this period is narrated by one of the chief actors, Mr. A.M.  Ross, a distinguished ornithologist of Canada, whose contribution embodies also so many interesting details of Lincoln’s daily life that it seems worth giving rather fully.  A few months after the inauguration of President Lincoln, Mr. Ross received a letter from the Hon. Charles Sumner, requesting him to come to Washington at his earliest convenience.  “The day after my arrival in Washington,” says Mr. Ross, “I was introduced to the President.  Mr. Lincoln received me very cordially, and invited me to dine with him.  After dinner he led me to a window, distant from the rest of the party, and said:  ’Mr. Sumner sent for you at my request; we need a confidential person in Canada to look after our interests, and keep us posted as to the schemes of the Confederates in Canada.  You have been strongly recommended to me for the position.  Your mission shall be as confidential as you please; no