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200 pedestal. My poor husband! had he never been President, he might be living to-day. Alas! all is over with me!" Folding her arms for a few moments, she rocked back and forth, then commenced again, more vehemently than ever: My God, Elizabeth, I can never go back to Springfield! no, never, until I go in my shroud to be laid by my dear husband's side, and may Heaven speed that day! I should like to live for my sons, but life is so full of misery that I would rather die." And then she would go off into a fit of hysterics.