half of "the cause in which all were engaged." When the group dispersed, I remained with the President. He returned to his desk; while I examined curiously the pen work, which was exceedingly minute in detail. "This is quite wonderful!" I said, at length. Mr. Lincoln looked up from his papers; "Yes," he rejoined; "it is what I call ingenious nonsense!"
The evening following this affair, on entering the President's office, about eleven o'clock, I found him alone, seated at the long table, with a large pile of military commissions before him, which he was signing one by one. As I sat down beside him, he presently remarked, "I do not, as you see, pretend to read over these documents. I see that Stanton has signed them, so I conclude they are all right." Pausing here, he read a portion of one, beginning with the name of the individual, "——— ——— is hereby appointed adjutant-general, with the rank of captain, etc. E. M. Stanton, Secretary of War." "There;" said he, appending his own signature in the opposite corner, "that fixes him out." Thus he went on chatting and writing, until he had finished the lot; then, rising from his chair, he stretched himself, and said, "Well, I have got that job husked out; now I guess I will go over to the War Department before I go to bed, and see if there is any news. Walking over with him at his request,—to divert his mind I repeated a story told me the night previous con-
