THE PERFECT TRIBUTE
"Mr. Seward, may I have this to do a little writing?" he asked, and the Secretary protested, insisting on finding better material.
But Lincoln, with few words, had his way, and soon the untidy stump of a pencil was at work and the great head, the deep-lined face, bent over Seward's bit of brown paper, the whole man absorbed in his task.
Earnestly, with that "capacity for taking infinite pains" which has been defined as genius, he labored as the hour's flew, building together close-fitted word on word, sentence on sentence. As the sculptor must dream the statue prisoned in the marble, as the artist must dream the picture to come from the brilliant unmeaning of his palette, as the musician dreams a song, so he who writes must have a
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