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.'
'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
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