of.  Upon Mr. Welles calling upon him with the desired information, the President said, as if by way of apology, “There was no way to get rid of the crowd that was upon me but by sending you a note.”  On another occasion, when he had been quite ill, and therefore less inclined than usual to listen to these bores, one of them had just seated himself for a long visit, when the President’s physician happened to enter the room, and Lincoln said, holding out his hands, “Doctor, what are these blotches?” “That’s varioloid, or mild small-pox,” said the doctor.  “They’re all over me.  It is contagious, I believe,” said Lincoln.  “Very contagious, indeed!” replied the doctor.  “Well, I can’t stop, Mr. Lincoln; I just called to see how you were,” said the visitor.  “Oh, don’t be in a hurry, sir!” placidly remarked the Executive.  “Thank you, sir; I’ll call again,” replied the visitor, executing a masterly retreat from the White House.  “Some people,” said the President, looking after him, “said they could not take very well to my proclamation; but now, I am happy to say, I have something that everybody can take.”

Among the innumerable nuisances and “cranks” who called on Lincoln at the White House, were the many who sought to win his favor by claiming to have been the first to suggest his nomination as President.  One of these claimants, who was the editor of a weekly paper published in a little village in Missouri, called one day, and was admitted to Lincoln’s presence.  He at once began explaining that he was the man who first suggested Lincoln’s name for the Presidency, and pulling from his pocket an old, worn, defaced copy of his paper, exhibited to the President an item on the subject.  “Do you really think,” said Lincoln, “that announcement was the occasion of my nomination?” “Certainly,” said the editor, “the suggestion was so opportune that it was at once taken up by other papers, and the result was your nomination and election.”  “Ah, well,” said Lincoln, with a sigh, and assuming a rather gloomy countenance, “I am glad to see you and to know this; but you will have to excuse me, I am just going to the War Department to see Mr. Stanton.”  “Well,” said the editor, “I will walk over with you.”  The President, with that apt good nature so characteristic of him, took up his hat and said, “Come along.”  When they reached the door of the Secretary’s office, Mr. Lincoln turned to his companion and said, “I shall have to see Mr. Stanton alone, and you must excuse me,” and taking him by the hand he continued, “Good-bye.  I hope you will feel perfectly easy about having nominated me; don’t be troubled about it; I forgive you.”