Mr. Albert Blair, writing in the bt. Louis Globe-Democrat about President Lincoln, remarks especially upon his nnaffecteduess, and iu so doing relates a Btory wbich may prove an eucouragement to readers who have sometiines fonnd themselves ignorant where they had supposed tbeinselves well iuf orrued. ín February, 1805, Mr. Bluir was present at a White House reception, a general reception, open to everybody. Mr. Lincoln was attended by.Tuñpe David Davis, wbo took the ñames of all corners and iutroduced theru to the president. Of course Ibere was a crowd, and nobody had time for more than a worri and a handshake. Mr. Blair was presented to the president, and then stcp3ed aside to watch the show. Mr. Lin;oln and Judge Davis carried on a conversation, constantly interrupted thongh ït was. "Now," saya Mr. Blair, "it was How do yon do, colonel?' or 'My brave boy' (this to a young soldier) or'Iam glad to see yon, ' or some other phrase of cordial recognition. " There was no official starch, but what especially impresséd Mr. Blair was a remark made by Mr. Lincoln in a perfecty matter of fact, tjnaffected tone, loud enough to be heard by many of the bystanders. "Judge," said he, "I never knew nntil the other day how to spell the word maintenance.'" Here a hand interrupted him. "I always thought it was m-a-i-n, main, t-a-i-n, tain, a-n--e, anee, roaintainance, but I find it is m-a-i-n, main, t-e, te, n-a-n-o-e, nance, maintenance. ' '