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 FRILNDS WITH LINCOLN 
 
 IN THE 
 
 WHITE HOUSE.. 
 
 ADAPTED FROM 
 
 NELLIE BLESSING-EYSTER'S STORY 
 
 BY HENRY W. WII^BUR 
 
 PHILADELPHIA, PA. 
 1912
 
 
 FRIENDS WITH LINCOLN IN THE 
 WHITE HOUSE. 
 
 i During the Civil War there lived in 
 
 5 Clinton County, Ohio, about fifty 
 
 ^ miles northwest of Cincinnati, Isaac 
 
 *H and Sarah Harvey. They were of the 
 
 "^ conservative type of Friends of that 
 
 generation. Isaac was a man often 
 
 "moved" to do what seemed to his 
 
 prudential neighbors, strange, if not 
 
 foolish things, which made some of 
 
 them call him the "crazy Quaker." 
 
 But he was also a man who did not 
 
 feel "easy"' in his mind if his concerns 
 
 could not be translated into conduct. 
 
 As the war proceeded, and the 
 
 cause which produced it persisted, in
 
 the summer of 1862 Isaac Harvey de- 
 veloped a compelling concern to visit 
 Washington, and lay the burden of his 
 mind upon the heart of the great Pres- 
 ident. In 1868 Nellie Blessing-Eyster 
 visited the Harveys, and the story of 
 her experience was first printed in 
 Harpers' Magazine about 1874. In 
 1889 it was restated, and published in 
 the New Voice, New York. The quo- 
 tations in closer-spaced type are from 
 this story, although we have taken the 
 liberty of supplying the real names in 
 place of the fictitious ones used by the 
 author. We start the story with Nel- 
 lie Blessing-Eyster's meeting with 
 Isaac Harvey in the hallway of the 
 Harvey home.
 
 THE EYSTER STORY. 
 
 I crossed the threshold, when sud- 
 denly, from an armed chair just inside 
 the door, there arose a tall, slender 
 old man, who, leaning upon his cane, 
 confronted me. His appearance would 
 have been remarkable any where. His 
 dress was of coarse but of spotless 
 white linen, the only bit of color being 
 a narrow black ribbon carelessly knot- 
 ted under his broad, unstarched collar. 
 His thin hair was white and fine as 
 spun glass, a few locks falling over his 
 high, unwrinkled forehead. His com- 
 plexion was as fair as a girl's, and the 
 facial expression intellectual and be- 
 nignant. His eyes, however, were 
 concealed by green goggles. Such a 
 vision of majestic old age instantly ar- 
 rested me. Nothing could have been 
 more unexpected. He at once spoke.
 
 "Thy footstep is that of a stranger ; 
 enter, for indeed thou art welcome/' 
 was his salutation. 
 
 Upon which I advanced a step or 
 two, and laid my ungloved hand in 
 his with a few words of greeting. 
 
 "Thy hand is that of a gentle- 
 woman, and thy voice is low and 
 pleasant. Be seated and tell me who 
 thou art." 
 
 "I have come from the city of Har- 
 risburg, in Pennsylvania, to visit my 
 sister, Grace Harvey. I went with 
 her to meeting this morning and was 
 invited home to dinner by a lady 
 whom my sister calls *Aunt Sarah 
 Harvey.' Do you know her?" I re- 
 plied. 
 
 "Yes, I do." There was an in- 
 stant's pause, when he said: 
 
 "Thou hast come, then, from the 
 great world of which I know but little. 
 
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 God — ever blessed be His holy name 
 — has seen fit to take away my sight, 
 but I have witnessed the coming of 
 the Lord, and mine eyes have seen the 
 salvation of a people, so I am con- 
 tent;" and clasping his long, well- 
 shaped hands, his lips moved as if in 
 prayer. My emotions were alive. 
 They were those of awe, reverence, 
 and admiration commingled. His ar- 
 ticulation was unusually distinct, 
 every word having a purity of finish 
 which would have been marked in the 
 diction of a professional elocutionist. 
 
 Surely this could not be Uncle 
 Isaac, even though he was in a certain 
 sense a "little queer.'* Before he 
 again spoke Aunt Sarah, Rebecca 
 and my sister entered. 
 
 *'Thee got here first, I see," said 
 Aunt Sarah. "Now, dear, thee must 
 feel at home. Let me take thy hat.
 
 We are plain people, but thee and 
 Grace are truly welcome. Hast thou 
 felt lonely this morning, father?" she 
 asked, pushing aside the stray locks 
 with which a breeze was toying, '*and 
 did thy poor eyes pain thee much?" 
 This, then, was the "crazy Quaker." 
 His smile was perfect, as he an- 
 swered gently: ''Oh, no, mother, I 
 forgot my eyes.'' His words came to 
 me very clearly : " Tor our light afflic- 
 tion, which is but for a moment, work- 
 eth for us a far more exceeding and 
 eternal weight of glory ; while we look 
 not at the things which are seen; for 
 the things which are seen are tem- 
 poral, but the things which are not 
 seen are eternal.' I thank thee for 
 bringing the young stranger home. I 
 will enjoy her speech." 
 
 *1 am the one to feel grateful, sir," 
 I replied impulsively. "I have trav- 
 
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 eled a great deal in my life, but never 
 before been in a place like this. Every- 
 thing charms me, and I am glad 
 of the privilege to just sit still and 
 hear you talk. May I not also call you 
 'Uncle Isaac?'" 
 
 . "Yes, if it pleaseth thee ; but thou 
 must not flatter. There is no jewel 
 like unto sincerity. Thy tones are 
 earnest.'' 
 
 Aunt Sarah's kind heart was sat- 
 isfied. 
 
 *T see thee can entertain each oth- 
 er," she said, ''so I will get dinner. 
 Grace, thee and daughter can help 
 me." Uncle Isaac and I were left 
 alone. 
 
 He broke the silence by asking: 
 "Hast thou seen General Grant ? Dost 
 thou think him a good man ? I long to 
 hear his voice, and daily pray to God 
 
 9
 
 to strengthen his hands and to make 
 him worthy of the great work to 
 which he has been called." 
 
 I said I knew him only as the sol- 
 dier-statesman, but I felt that he, per- 
 haps, more than any living American 
 would perfect the grand schemes left 
 unfinished by the death of Abraham 
 Lincoln. At the mention of that name 
 the old man's face glowed with a 
 beauty almost divine. Every fiber in 
 his body seemed animated with new 
 life. Laying his hand lightly upon 
 my shoulder, he asked in a voice of 
 suppressed eagerness, "Hast thou seen 
 Abraham Lincoln?'' 
 
 "Yes," I said. "Once I stood so 
 near him while he addressed a multi- 
 tude that every line of his grand face 
 was as visible to me as is yours. It 
 was the last time that he spoke to a 
 crowd as Abraham Lincoln, citizen, 
 
 10
 
 for in a few days he took the oath of 
 office as President of the United 
 States. Once again I stood near him, 
 but it was to look upon his coffined 
 face as it lay in state in the Senate 
 Chamber of Pennsylvania. Did you 
 ever see him, sir?*' 
 
 I asked the question mechanically, 
 for, somehow, nothing seemed to me 
 more unlikely. 
 
 "Ah, yes, yes; and a sadder face 
 than his was then no one ever looked 
 upon." 
 
 I was alive with curiosity, and ex- 
 claimed, "Why, Uncle Isaac! where 
 was he, and under what circum- 
 stances? Please tell me." 
 
 "Perhaps thou wilt not sympathize 
 with me. I rarely speak of these 
 things save among my own people. 
 In what light dost thou view the col- 
 ored race?'' 
 
 U
 
 The freeing of the slaves and the 
 education of the freedmen had long 
 been among my "enthusiasms," so, 
 when called upon to ''rehearse the 
 articles of my belief," I did it so 
 promptly that he could not doubt my 
 sincerity. 
 
 Folding his thin hands, his face 
 wearing an expression of sweet grav- 
 ity, and his words coming slowly as 
 if he was weighing the value of each, 
 he said : 
 
 "I will answer thy question. My 
 quiet life has known few storms. I 
 have loved God as my first, best, and 
 dearest friend, and He has ever dealt 
 most tenderly with me. 
 
 "During the first years of the great 
 rebellion, when I read and heard of 
 the condition of the poor crushed ne- 
 groes, I tried to think it was a cunning 
 
 12
 
 device of bad men to create greater 
 enmity between the North and the 
 South; but when I read Lincoln's 
 speeches, I thought so good and wise 
 a man could not be deceived, and then 
 I resolved to go and see for myself. 
 At one of our First-day meetings I 
 spoke of my intention, but although 
 the brethren felt as I did upon the sub- 
 ject they said it was rash for me to 
 expose my life, for I could do no good. 
 Nevertheless I went, traveling on 
 horseback through most of the South- 
 land. 
 
 "Often my life was in danger from 
 guerillas, but there was always an un- 
 seen arm between me and the actual 
 foe, and in a few weeks I returned, 
 saying the half had not been told of 
 the sufferings of these poor, despised, 
 yet God-fearing and God-trusting peo- 
 ple." 
 
 13
 
 Here his voice trembled with the 
 overflow of pity of which his heart 
 seemed the fountain. 
 
 "That summer/' he continued, "I 
 plowed and reaped and gathered in my 
 harvest as usual. Day by day I 
 prayed, at home and in the field, that 
 God would show his delivering power 
 as He had to the children of Israel. 
 Nothing seemed to come in answer. 
 Occasionally, during the beginning of 
 the war, news reached us that battles 
 had been fought by the Northern men 
 and victories won, but still the poor 
 colored people were not let go. 
 
 "One day while plowing I heard a 
 voice, whether inside me or outside of 
 me I know not, but I was awake. It 
 said : 'Go thou and see the President.' 
 I answered: 'Yea, Lord, Thy servant 
 heareth.' And unhitching my plow, 
 I went at once to the house and said 
 
 14
 
 to mother: 'Wilt thou go with me to 
 Washington to see the President?' 
 
 "'Who sends thee?' she asked. 
 
 '* 'The Lord,' I answered. 
 
 " 'Where thou goest I will go/ said 
 mother, and began to make ready. 
 
 •^My friends called me crazed; some 
 said that this trip would be more fool- 
 ish than the first, and that I, who had 
 never been to Washington and knew 
 no one in it, could not gain access to 
 the great President. 
 
 "The Lord knew I did not want to 
 be foolhardy, but I had that on my 
 mind which I must tell President Lin- 
 coln, and I had faith that He who 
 f eedeth the sparrows would direct me. 
 
 "We left here on the L^th of Ninth 
 month, 1862, the first time mother had 
 been fifty miles from home in sixty 
 years. It was a pleasant morning. 
 Before we left the house we prayed 
 
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 that God would direct our wandering, 
 or, if He saw best, direct us to return. 
 Part of our journey was by stage. 
 Every one looked at and spoke to us 
 kindly. Oh, God's world is beautiful 
 when we see the invisible in it. 
 
 *'\Ve got to Washington the next 
 evening. It was about early candle 
 light, and there was so much confu- 
 sion at the depot and on the street 
 that mother clung to my arm, saying : 
 'Oh, Isaac, we ought not to have come 
 here ! It looks like Babylon !' 
 
 " 'But the Lord will help if we have 
 faith that we are doing His will,' I 
 replied, and we walked away from 
 the cars. 
 
 "Under a lamppost there stood a 
 noble-looking man, reading a letter. 
 I stepped before him and said: 'Good 
 friend, wilt thou tell us where to find 
 President Lincoln?' 
 
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 ''He looked us all over before he 
 spoke. We were neat and clean, and 
 soon his face got bright and smiling, 
 and he asked us a few plain questions. 
 I told him we were Friends from 
 Ohio who had come all of these 
 weary miles to say a few words with 
 President Lincoln, because the Lord 
 had sent us. 
 
 ''He nodded his head and said, 'I 
 understand.' Then he took us to a 
 large house called Willard's Hotel, 
 and up to a little room away from all 
 the noise. 
 
 " 'Stay here,' he said, 'and I will 
 see when the President can admit 
 
 you.' 
 
 "He was gone a long time, but 
 meanwhile a young man brought us 
 up a nice supper, which mother said 
 was very hospitable in him, and when 
 the gentleman returned he handed me 
 
 17
 
 a slip of paper upon which was writ- 
 ten : 'Admit the bearer to the chamber 
 of the President at 9.30 o'clock to- 
 morrow morning.' My heart was so 
 full of gratitude that I could not ex- 
 press my thanksgiving in words. That 
 night was as peaceful as those at home 
 in the meadows. 
 
 "The next morning the kind gentle- 
 man came and conducted us to the 
 house near by in which the President 
 lived. Every one whom we met 
 seemed to know our conductor and 
 took off their hats to him. I was glad 
 that he had so many friends. At the 
 door of the big porch he left us, prom- 
 ising to return in an hour. 'You must 
 make your talk with him brief,' he 
 said. 'A big battle has just been fought 
 at Antietam. The North is victorious, 
 but at least 12,000 men have been 
 killed or wounded, and the President, 
 
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 like the rest of us, is in great trouble/ 
 "I did not speak. I could not. The 
 room into which we were first shown 
 was full of people, all waiting, we 
 supposed, to see the President. 'Ah, 
 Isaac, we shall not get near him today. 
 See the anxious faces who come be- 
 fore us,' whispered mother. 
 
 " 'As God wills,' I said. 
 
 "It was a sad place to be in, truly. 
 There were soldiers' wives and 
 wounded soldiers sitting around the 
 large room, and not a soul but from 
 whom joy and peace seemed to have 
 fled. Some were weeping; soldiers 
 with clanking spurs and short swords 
 were rapidly walking through the 
 halls; men with newspapers in their 
 hands were reading the news from the 
 seat of war, and the President's house 
 seemed the center of the world. I felt 
 
 19
 
 what a solemn thing it must be to have 
 so much power/' 
 
 Here Uncle Isaac's voice got husky 
 and tears fell from his eyes upon his 
 wrinkled hands. I reverently brushed 
 them off, and in a few minutes he con- 
 tinued : 
 
 "When the summons came for us 
 to enter — it was in advance of the 
 others — my knees smote together, and 
 for an instant I tottered. 'Keep heart, 
 Isaac,' mother whispered, and we went 
 forward. I fear thou wilt think me 
 vain if I tell what followed." 
 
 "No fear, Uncle Isaac. Pleace pro- 
 ceed." 
 
 "It seemed so wonderful that, for a 
 moment I could not realize it. To 
 think that such humble people as we 
 were should be there in the actual 
 presence of the greatest and best man 
 in the world, and to be received by 
 
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 him as kindly as if he was our own 
 son, made me feel very strange. He 
 shook hands with us and put his chair 
 between us. Oh, how I honored the 
 good man ! But I said : 
 
 " 'Wilt thou pardon me that I do 
 not remove my hat?' Then he smiled, 
 and his grave face lit up as he said, 
 'Certainly, I understand it all.' The 
 dear, dear man" — and again Uncle 
 Isaac stopped as though to revel, as 
 a devout nun counts her beads, in the 
 memory of that interview. 
 
 But I was impatient. "What then, 
 sir ?" The answer came with a solem- 
 nity indescribable. My curiosity and 
 his reminiscence were not in harmony. 
 
 '*Cf that half hour it does not be- 
 come me to speak. I will think of it 
 gratefully throughout eternity. At last 
 we had to go. The President took a 
 hand of each of us in his, saying, T 
 
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 thank you for this visit. May God 
 bless you.' Was there ever greater 
 condescension than that? Just then I 
 asked him if he would object to writ- 
 ing just a line or two, certifying that 
 I had fulfiilled my mission, so that I 
 could show it to the council at home. 
 He sat down to his table. 
 
 "Wilt thou open the drawer of that 
 old secretary in the corner behind thee, 
 and hand me a little box from there- 
 in?" 
 
 Up to this moment I had not no- 
 ticed my surroundings. The old-fash- 
 ioned furniture was oiled and rubbed, 
 and a large secretary which belonged 
 to the Colonial period was conspic- 
 uous. I obeyed instructions, and soon 
 placed in the old man's now trembling 
 fingers a small square tin box which 
 was as bright as silver. Between two 
 layers of cotton was a folded paper, 
 
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 already yellow. The words were ver- 
 hatim these : 
 
 ''I take pleasure in asserting that 
 I have had profitable intercourse with 
 friend Isaac Harvey and his good 
 wife, Sarah Harvey. May the Lord 
 comfort them as they have sustained 
 me. Abraham Lincoln.* 
 
 "Sept. 19, 1862." 
 
 "Uncle Isaac !" I exclaimed. "I can 
 scarcely realize that away off here in 
 the backwoods I should read such 
 words traced by Mr. Lincoln's own 
 hands. How singular !" 
 
 *In a letter to H. W. W., Jesse Har- 
 vey, Isaac's son, thus accounts for this 
 precious document: "We kept the writ- 
 ing given by A. Lincoln for years. It 
 was borrowed some times, and finally 
 was so soiled we concluded it would not 
 be of interest to any one, and destroyed 
 it with other old papers." 
 
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 "Not more so than the whole event 
 was to us, dear child, from the first 
 to the last. The following Second-day 
 the preliminary Proclamation of 
 Emancipation was issued. Thank 
 God! Thank God!" 
 
 It is not possible to depict the devout 
 fervor of the old patriarch's thanks- 
 giving. 
 
 "Our new friend was waitmg at the 
 outside door when we came out. I 
 showed him the testimonial. He nod- 
 ded his head affirmatively and said, Tt 
 is well.' 
 
 "We soon left Washington, for our 
 work was done and I longed for the 
 quiet of home. Our friend took us 
 to the omnibus which conveyed us to 
 the cars, having treated us with a 
 gracious hospitality which I can never 
 forget. May the Lord care for him 
 as he cared for us." 
 
 24
 
 "Did you not learn his name?" I 
 inquired, wondering what official in 
 those days would have bestowed so 
 much time and courtesy upon these 
 unpretending folk. 
 
 *'Yes, he is high in the esteem of 
 men and they call him Salmon P. 
 Chase." 
 
 "Truly," I thought, 'God exalteth 
 the lowly, and they who trust in Him 
 shall never be confounded.'' 
 
 In the published diary of Mr. Chase 
 he describes the eventful Cabinet meet- 
 ing prior to the announcement, Mon- 
 day, September 22, 1862. The Sunday 
 morning directly succeeding Uncle 
 Isaac's visit Mr. Lincoln worked upon 
 the Proclamation. God alone knows 
 to what extent the President's long- 
 desired step was influenced by that 
 half-hour's visit with Uncle Isaac, but 
 I cannot help feeling that I have read 
 
 25
 
 a page in his history which would have 
 been sealed but for my unexpected 
 meeting with that precious old Qua- 
 ker. 
 
 I have repeated our conversation, 
 word for word, but I can no more ex- 
 press the timbre of Uncle Isaac's 
 sympathetic tones than I can arrange 
 in bars and notes the song of a soaring 
 skylark. 
 
 We pass suddenly from the poetic 
 diction of Nellie Blessing-Eyster, to 
 the prosaic confirmatory facts under- 
 lying the story. There are two very 
 reliable sources of information along 
 this line, represented by the two sur- 
 viving sons of Isaac and Sarah Har- 
 vey. The son Jesse lives on the old 
 homestead, near Clarksville, Ohio. 
 
 26
 
 The son William resides at Americus, 
 Kansas. Jesse has no doubt that the 
 story as told by Nellie Blessing-Eys- 
 ter is substantially as she received it 
 from his father. 
 
 We spent two days in the company 
 of William Harvey, at Indiana Yearly 
 Meeting in Eighth month last. He has 
 many of the evident characteristics of 
 his father, although he strongly re- 
 sembles the mother's picture to be 
 found as the frontispiece of this book- 
 let. 
 
 From William we learn, as might 
 have been expected, that his father 
 was a pronounced antebellum aboli- 
 tionist, and was connected with the 
 underground railroad, William was 
 living at home when Isaac and Sarah 
 
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 made their visit to Washington, and 
 remembers the details of the trip as 
 it was told by his parents. 
 
 Isaac Harvey does not seem to have 
 told Nellie Blessing-Eyster the sub- 
 ject matter of the concern which took 
 him to the capital and the White 
 House. William says that his father 
 suggested to President Lincoln the 
 advisability of stopping hostilities, on 
 an agreement of the Government to 
 pay to the owners $300 for each man, 
 woman and child held in bondage in 
 the country. The President felt sure 
 that such a proposition would not be 
 accepted by the leaders or the rank 
 and file of the Confederacy. 
 
 Compensated emancipation, how- 
 
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 ever, was not a new idea for President 
 
 Lincoln. In Third month, 1862, he 
 suggested that Congress pass a joint 
 resolution providing that the United 
 States co-operate with any State 
 which may adopt gradual emancipa- 
 tion, to the extent of giving pecuniary 
 aid to any commonwealth which 
 should adopt this policy. This reso- 
 lution passed both houses of Congress, 
 but no practical result followed. It is 
 well to remember that the original or 
 preliminary draft of the Proclamation 
 provided for the compensation of all 
 loyal people, on the close of the rebel- 
 lion, for all losses incurred by them, 
 including the loss of slaves. 
 
 Whether the visit of Isaac and 
 
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 Sarah Harvey helped to hasten the 
 
 initial draft of the Emancipation Pro- 
 clamation is a question which must al- 
 ways remain in the field of conjecture. 
 
 But one thing is certain, there was a 
 
 very sudden and rather remarkable 
 
 change in the President's mind on the 
 
 subject. This followed several events 
 
 which came in rapid order. On the 
 
 19th of Eighth month, 1862, Horace 
 Greeley issued his famous open letter 
 
 to the President, entitled, "The Pray- 
 er of Twenty Millions." It was an- 
 swered bv the President on the 22d, 
 in one of Lincoln's most terse and epi- 
 grammatic utterances. At that time 
 he did not see that a vigorous emanci- 
 pation policy on the part of the Pres- 
 
 30
 
 ident would be wise or helpful. On 
 the 13th of Ninth month a delegation 
 from Protestant churches in Chicago 
 visited the President, and vigorously 
 urged him to take a pronounced stand 
 for the overthrow of slavery. Still he 
 was not convinced. 
 
 On the 19th, three days later, the 
 Harveys were at the White House, 
 and on the 22d the country was elec- 
 trified by the preliminary draft of the 
 Emancipation Proclamation being 
 flashed over the wires. 
 
 Such was the order of events lead- 
 ing up to one of the epoch-making 
 
 acts in human history. Remembering 
 how responsive Lincoln was to the 
 finer and deeper motives and emotions 
 of the human heart, it is not hard to 
 
 31
 
 believe that the visit of Isaac and 
 Sarah Harvey came to the Great Pres- 
 ident as a sort of spiritual revelation, 
 confirming the external events and in- 
 ternal leadings which caused President 
 Lincoln to make the final decision in 
 the case as he did and when he did. 
 
 In any event, the story as told by 
 Nellie Blessing-Eyster is worth pre- 
 serving for its portrayal of the light 
 and leading of a Friend who repre- 
 sented the spirit of an older time, and 
 also for its connection with Abraham 
 Lincoln, now being considered the typ- 
 ical, if not the First American. 
 
 Copies of this booklet can be had for five 
 cents each, post paid, by addressing Henry 
 W. Wilbur, 140 North 15th Street, Phila- 
 delphia, Pa. 
 
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