The great gentle giant had a feeling of sympathy for every living creature.

He was not ashamed to rock a cradle, or to carry a pail of water or an armful of wood to spare a tired woman's arms.

Though destitute of worldly goods, he was rich in friends.

All the people of his acquaintance knew they could count on his doing the right thing always, so far as he was able.

Hence they trusted and loved him; and the title of "Honest Abe," which he bore through life, was a seal of knighthood rarer and prouder than any king or queen could confer with the sword.