05-31-2014, 04:11 PM,
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RE: Extra Credit Questions
(05-30-2014, 03:30 PM)Eva Elisabeth Wrote: Sunday? (In case it was Sunday - I didn't look it up or so, but I'm very sure I read it somewhere.)
Yes, that is right. I read that he was born at around dawn on a rainy Sunday morning. His wife Mary Todd was also born during a rainy Sunday...but in the evening instead of morning.
And Abe died at sunrise on a Saturday morning, again during rain, while Mary died in the evening on Sunday July 16th 1882, which was also the anniversary of the death of her father and one day after that of Taddie.
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06-01-2014, 11:49 AM,
(This post was last modified: 06-01-2014, 04:14 PM by Eva Elisabeth.)
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RE: Extra Credit Questions
Well then, here's the Sabbath trivia question:
Lincoln, thinking of the profanity of Episcopalian William Seward (sorry, Laurie, not my thought), once inquired: "You are an Episcopalian, aren't you,...?" When the answer was "Yes", President Lincoln replied: "I thought so. You Episcopalians all swear alike."
Who was the respective Episcopalian?
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06-29-2014, 04:46 PM,
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RE: Extra Credit Questions
Sadly, Eddie Lincoln passed away in 1850. Five days after the funeral the poem below was printed "by request" in the Illinois Daily Journal. Who wrote the poem?
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Those midnight stars are sadly dimmed,
That late so brilliantly shone,
And the crimson tinge from cheek and lip,
With the heart's warm life has flown -
The angel of Death was hovering nigh,
And the lovely boy was called to die.
The silken waves of his glossy hair
Lie still over his marble brow,
And the pallid lip and pearly cheek
The presence of Death avow.
Pure little bud in kindness given,
In mercy taken to bloom in heaven.
Happier far is the angel child
With the harp and the crown of gold,
Who warbles now at the Savior's feet
The glories to us untold.
Eddie, meet blossom of heavenly love,
Dwells in the spirit-world above.
Angel Boy - fare thee well, farewell
Sweet Eddie, We bid thee adieu!
Affection's wail cannot reach thee now
Deep though it be, and true.
Bright is the home to him now given
For "of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
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