Titlebook: Abraham Lincoln and William Cullen Bryant; Their Civil War Gilbert H. Muller Book 2017 The Editor(s) (if applicable) and The Author(s) 2017

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-981-15-4423-1d a garish “temple of art.” This building housed impresario P.T. Barnum’s American Museum, situated diagonally across the street from the Astor House’s entrance. There is no record that Lincoln visited the museum during this trip, where he might have pondered “Icelandic giants, Patagonian women, dwa

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-981-15-4423-1 the Union was unraveling inexorably. By Inauguration Day, it was clear that the states of the Lower South comprising the new Confederacy would not return to the Republic peacefully. Jefferson Davis warned that the North would soon “smell southern gunpowder and feel southern steel.” At the same time

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-981-15-4423-1t to 1862. George B. McClellan apparently was incapacitated, confined to bed with typhoid fever. (Some of his Radical detractors insisted that Little Mac was faking illness.) Despite the splendid diplomatic gathering at the Executive Mansion, which Mary Todd Lincoln had renovated lavishly, Lincoln h

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-642-35464-9tion Proclamation. That morning, another warm, pristine New Year’s Day in Washington, Lincoln had stood in line for three hours, greeting dignitaries and well-wishers and shaking countless hands. Now his right hand shook from the ordeal. Worried that posterity would find a scrawled signature on the

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The Psychology of Artificial Intelligence,ours,” Sherman proclaimed, “and fairly won.” Almost at the same time, news arrived that Rear Admiral David G. Farragut had captured Mobile, ending the Confederacy’s control of its last major Gulf port. Elated by the twin victories, Lincoln issued a prayer and proclamation of thanksgiving to the nati

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