Lincoln had now reached his final stature.In contact with the world his note was an inscrutable serenity.The jokes which he continued to tell were but transitory glimmerings.They crossed the surface of his mood like quick flickers of golden light on a stormy March day,--witnesses that the sun would yet prevail,--in a forest-among mountain shadows.Or,they were lightning glimmers in a night sky;they revealed,they did not dispel,the dark beyond.Over all his close associates his personal ascendency was complete.Now that Chase was gone,the last callous spot in the Cabinet had been amputated.Even Stanton,once so domineering,so difficult to manage,had become as clay in his hands.
But Lincoln never used power for its own sake,never abused his ascendency.Always he got his end if he could without evoking the note of command.He would go to surprising lengths to avoid appearing peremptory.A typical remark was his smiling reply to a Congressman whom he had armed with a note to the Secretary,who had returned aghast,the Secretary having refused to comply with the President's request and having decorated his refusal with extraordinary language.
"Did Stanton say I was a damned fool?"asked Lincoln."Then Idare say I must be one,for Stanton is generally right and he always says what he means."Nevertheless,the time had come when Lincoln had only to say the word and Stanton,no matter how fierce his temper might'
be,would acknowledge his master.General Fry,the Provost Marshal,witnessed a scene between them which is a curious commentary on the transformation of the Stanton of 1862.
Lincoln had issued an order relative to the disposition of certain recruits.Stanton protested that it was unwarranted,that he would not put it into effect.The Provost Marshal was called in and asked to state at length all the facts involved.
When he had finished Stanton broke out excitedly--"'Now,Mr.President,those are the facts and you must see that your order can not be executed.'
"Lincoln sat upon a sofa with his legs crossed and did not say a word until the Secretary's last remark.Then he said in a somewhat positive tone,'Mr.Secretary,I reckon you'll have to execute the order.'
"Stanton replied with asperity,'Mr.President,I can not do it.The order is an improper one,and I can not execute it."Lincoln fixed his eye upon Stanton,and in a firm voice with an accent that clearly showed his determination,he said,'Mr.
Secretary,it will have to be done.'"[1]
At this point,General Fry discreetly left the room.A few moments later,he received instructions from Stanton to execute the President's order.
In a public matter in the June of 1864Lincoln gave a demonstration of his original way of doing things.It displayed his final serenity in such unexpected fashion that no routine politician,no dealer in the catchwords of statecraft,-could understand it.Since that grim joke,the deportation of Vallandigham,the Copperhead leader had not had happy time.
The Confederacy did not want him.He had made his way to Canada.Thence,in the spring of 1864he served notice on his country that he would perform a dramatic Part,play the role of a willing martyr-in a word,come home and defy the government to do its worst.He came.But Lincoln did nothing.The American sense of humor did the rest.If Vallandigham had not advertised a theatrical exploit,ignoring him might have been dangerous.But Lincoln knew his people.When the show did not come off,Vallandigham was transformed in an instant from a martyr to an anticlimax.Though he went busily to work,though he lived to attend the Democratic National Convention and to write the resolution that was the heart of its platform,his tale was told.
Turning from Vallandigham,partly in amusement,partly in contempt,Lincoln grappled with the problem of reinforcing the army.Since the Spring of 1863the wastage of the army had been replaced by conscription.But the system had not worked well.it contained a fatal provision.A drafted man might escape service by paying three hundred dollars.Both the Secretary of War and the Provost Marshal had urged the abolition of this detail.Lincoln had communicated their arguments to Congress with his approval and a new law had been drawn up accordingly.Nevertheless,late in June,the House amended it by restoring the privilege of commuting service for money.[2]Lincoln bestirred himself.The next day he called together the Republican members of the House."With a sad,mysterious light in his melancholy eyes,as if they were familiar with things hidden from mortals"he urged the Congressmen to reconsider their action.The time of three hundred eighty thousand soldiers would expire in October.He must have half a million to take their places.A Congressman objected that elections were approaching;that the rigorous law he proposed would be intensely unpopular;that it might mean the defeat,at the polls,of many Republican Representatives;it might even mean the President's defeat.He replied that he had thought of all that.
"My election is not necessary;I must put down the rebellion;Imust have five hundred thousand more men."[3]
He raised the timid politicians to his own level,inspired them with new courage.Two days later a struggle began in the House for carrying out Lincoln's purpose.On the last day of the session along with the offensive Reconstruction Bill,he received the new Enrollment Act which provided that "no payment of money shall be accepted or received by the Government as commutation to release any enrolled or drafted man from personal obligation to per-form military service."Against this inflexible determination to fight to a finish,this indifference to the political consequences of his determination,Lincoln beheld arising like a portentous specter,a fury of pacifism.It found expression in Greeley.
