In Grief, Words Are A Poor Consolation

I Am Convinced, The Longer I Live, That Life & Its Blessings Are Not So Entirely Unjustly Distributed, Are [as] When We Are Suffering Greatly, We Are Inclined To Suppose.

Mr. Lincoln Had No Hope, And No Faith, In The Usual Acceptation Of Those Words.

Clouds And Darkness Surround Us, Yet Heaven Is Just, And The Day Of Triumph Will Surely Come, When Justice And Truth Will Be Vindicated. Our Wrongs Will Be Made Right, And We Will Once More Taste The Blessings Of Freedom

My Husband Is Not A Christian But Is A Religious Man, I Think.

He (abraham Lincoln) Said He Wanted To Visit The Holy Land And See Those Places Hallowed By The Footprints Of The Saviour. He Was Saying There Was No City He So Much Desired To See As Jerusalem. And With The Words Half Spoken On His Tongue, The Bullet Of The Assassin Entered The Brain, And The Soul Of The Great And Good President Was Carried By The Angels To The New Jerusalem Above.