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Rh ""Washington, D.C, October 30, 1861.

"Dear Sir:—I enclose you my first attempt at poetry.

"Yours truly, ""WM. W. LINCOLN. "To the Editor of the National Republican." LINES

ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL EDWARD BAKER.

There was no patriot like Baker, So noble and so true; He fell as a soldier on the field, His face to the sky of blue.

His voice is silent in the hall Which oft his presence graced; No more he'll hear the loud acclaim Which rang from place to place.

No squeamish notions filled his breast, The Union was his theme; No surrender and no compromise," His day-thought and night's dream.