President Lincoln's Clemency

i A Btriking incident t Mr. Lincoln's official life is related by Judge Bromwell, of Denver, whovisited the White House in Mar ch, 1865. Mr. Seward and several other gentlemen vvore also DBoaoat. and the Ptaaidom ydwMy carne to talk on decisions of Ufe and death. All other matters svibmitted tu hito, he declared, were nothing in comparison to these, and he added, "I reckon there never was a man raised in the country on a farm, where they are always butchering cattle and Jiogs and think nothing of ït, that ever grew ap witli such an aversión to bloodshed as I have, and yet I've liad more questions of Ufe and deatli to settle in four years than all the men whoever sat in tlüs chaii put together. Büt l'vemanaged to get along and do my duty, as I belleve, and still save most of them, and there's no man knows the distress of my mind. Bat there have been some of them that I couldn't save - there are some cases where the law must be executed. There. was that man ,who was sentenced for piracy and slave trading on the high seas. That was a case where there must be an oxample, and you don't know how they followed and pressed to get him pardoned, or his sentence commuted ; but there was no use of talking. It had tobe done; I couldn't help him ; and then there was that , who was caught spy!. e, mi) ■iiprnitinsr T.'ithin Tono's linos in Missouri. That was another case. They besieged me day and night, but I couldn't give way. We had come to a point where something must be done that would put a stop to such work. And then there was this case of Beal, on the lakes. That was a case where there must be an example. They tried me every way. They wouldn't give up; but I had to stand iirm on that, íind I had even to turn away nis poor sister when she came and begged for his life, and let him be executed, and he was executed, and I can't get the distress out of my mind yet." As the kindly man uttered these words the teara ran down his cheeks, and the eyes of tlie men surrounding himinoistened in sympathy. Tliere was a proí'ound silence in which they rose to depart. Tliree weeks after, the President was killed.