Next came Hon. A. Lincoln, familiarly called here at home, Abe Lincoln. He’s our Abe, whose good humor permits the Suckers all to call him thus, and whose everlasting good sense and great candor make the people proud to call him our Abe.2 Well, Abe got up— that is to say, he undoubled his great, long, gangling legs, and stood almost erect before the audience, about six feet two, and looked so much like some great strapping Yankee, that doubtless, those who did not know him and the purpose for which he rose, expected to see him begin to peddle out wooden nutmegs and horn gun-flints.3 But if there were any expecting to have spurious articles put upon them, they were much mistaken, for he never carries such about him. We shall not undertake to tell what he said to the people, but we do not hesitate to say that his arguments on the leading issue between the parties were unanswerable; and we wish every man in the State could hear the same.– He showed very clearly that so far as parties have become sectional, the fault is not with those who are advocating the principles of the founders of the Government— not with the Republican party, who are opposing those waging war against those principles— but that the blame must fall upon those who have resolved to jeopard the Union for the extension of an institution which the Statesmen of the Revolution thought an evil in the country, and hoped would ultimately be altogether eradicated from the land.4