Excerpt from Abraham Lincoln: An Address Delivered Before the Men's League of the Broadway Tabernacle Church of New York, Feb; 10th, 1902 The story of this life is a thrice told tale, but it is one where age cannot wither or custom stale its infinite variety. This is the more true if the first impressions are the vivid ones of the dawn of boyhood. Which happened to be my own good fortune. It was fully forty years ago. The Sep tember stars had begun to twinkle that night upon the then western frontier town on the Wisconsin banks of the rolling Mississippi. The evening breezes, fragrant and cool from upland bluff and prairie stretch were wafting in with that soft and velvet touch so characteristic of those early days of the plateaus of the new Northwest. Soon they bore the sound of fife and drum and then the tread of marching feet. Along the street swung a line of a hundred men, the flag at their head, and each bore his torch and wore the glazed cap and cape. There was a halt at my father's gate. He joined them. And they swung away into the darkness, singing in mighty unison to their rhythmic tread one of the great songs of the north land. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.