From “Lincoln 365,” by Arnold Kunst:
March 27
Harriet Beecher Stowe one winter evening toward the end of the war asked if the president did not feel a great relief over the prospect of the war soon coming to a close. And Lincoln had answered, she said, in a sad way: 'No Mrs. Stowe. I shall never live to see peace. This war is killing me.'
March 27
Harriet Beecher Stowe one winter evening toward the end of the war asked if the president did not feel a great relief over the prospect of the war soon coming to a close. And Lincoln had answered, she said, in a sad way: 'No Mrs. Stowe. I shall never live to see peace. This war is killing me.'
'Let children walk with Nature. Let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity as taught in woods and meadows and plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed and as beautiful as life.'
- John Muir
- John Muir
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