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WILSON, Woodrow. Document signed ("Woodrow Wilson"), 25 November 1918. White House commemorative transcript of "The Address of Woodrow Wilson at the Cabin in which Abraham Lincoln was Born, September 4, 1916." 14 pages, 8vo, illustrated with engraved portrait of Lincoln and two photos of Wilson, stitched at sides, and 29 November 1918 cover letter from Joseph Tumulty to J. E. Boos.
WILSON REFLECTS ON LINCOLN'S ORIGINS AND ON THE IMPENETRABLE QUALITIES OF HIS MIND AND SPIRIT. Wilson starts with the familiar in this 1916 address on Lincoln: how the homespun origins of the Rail-splitter bespeak both the character of the man and the democratic strength of the nation that allowed such a humbly born person to become its chief magistrate. But he also reveals his fascination with the remoter, darker aspects of Lincoln's character: his "brooding spirit," his "loneliness" and "isolation": "I have read many biographies of Lincoln; I have sought out with the greatest interest the many intimate stories that are told of him, the narrative of nearby friends, the sketches at close quarters...but I have nowhere found a real intimate knowledge of Lincoln. I nowhere get the impression in any narrative or reminiscence that the writer had in fact penetrated to the heart of his mystery, or that any man could penetrate to the heart of it."
WILSON REFLECTS ON LINCOLN'S ORIGINS AND ON THE IMPENETRABLE QUALITIES OF HIS MIND AND SPIRIT. Wilson starts with the familiar in this 1916 address on Lincoln: how the homespun origins of the Rail-splitter bespeak both the character of the man and the democratic strength of the nation that allowed such a humbly born person to become its chief magistrate. But he also reveals his fascination with the remoter, darker aspects of Lincoln's character: his "brooding spirit," his "loneliness" and "isolation": "I have read many biographies of Lincoln; I have sought out with the greatest interest the many intimate stories that are told of him, the narrative of nearby friends, the sketches at close quarters...but I have nowhere found a real intimate knowledge of Lincoln. I nowhere get the impression in any narrative or reminiscence that the writer had in fact penetrated to the heart of his mystery, or that any man could penetrate to the heart of it."