There was a momentary commotion, in the midst of which an old man, struggling through the crowd, approached, leading his daughter. Mr. Lincoln stooped down and kissed the child, and talked with her for some minutes. Her advice had not been thrown away upon the rugged chieftain. The young girl's peachy cheek must have been tickled with a stiff whisker.

EDITION OF THE NEW YORK WORLD, FEB. 19, 1861