New York Times, May 19, 1860
Special Dispatch to the New-York Times. CHICAGO, Friday, May 18. The work of the Convention is ended. The youngster who, with ragged trousers, used barefoot to drive his father’s oxen and spend his days in splitting rails, has risen to high eminence, and ABRAM LINCOLN, of Illinois, is declared its candidate for President by the National Republican Party. This result was effected by the change of votes in the Pennsylvania, New-Jersey, Vermont, and Massachusetts Delegations. Mr. SEWARD’s friends assert indignantly, and with a great deal of feeling, that they were grossly deceived and betrayed. The recusants endeavored to mollify New-York by offering her the Vice-Presidency, and agreeing to support any man she might name, but they declined the position, though they remain firm in the ranks, having moved to make LINCOLN’s nomination unanimous. Mr. SEWARD’s friends feel greatly chagrined and disappointed. Western pride is gratified by this nomination, which plainly indicates the departure of political supremacy from the Atlantic States. The prominent candidates for Vice-Presidency were Messrs. HICKMAN, BANKS, CLAY and REEDEE. Pennsylvania desired HICKMAN. New-York, in order to resent the conduct of Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Kentucky, favored Mr. HAMLIN, of Maine; and on the second ballet, cast her whole strength for him, and it was owing to this, and the desire to conciliate New-York, that his nomination was so promptly secured. Immense enthusiasm exists, and everything here would seem to indicate a spirited and successful canvass. The city is alive with processions, meetings, music and noisy demonstrations. One hundred guns were fired this evening. The Convention was the most enthusiastic ever known in the country, and if one were to judge from appearances here, the ticket will sweep the country. Great inquiry has been made this afternoon into the history of Mr. LINCOLN. The only evidence that he has a history as yet discovered, is that he had a stump canvass with Mr. DOUGLAS, in which he was beaten. He is not very strong at the West, but it is unassailable in his private character. Many of the delegates went home this evening by the 9 o’clock train. Others leave in the morning. A grand excursion is planned to Rock Island and Davenport, and another to Milwaukee and Madison, and still another over the Illinois Central, over the prairies. These will detain a great many of the delegates and the editorial fraternity. The Wigwam is as full as ever — filled now by thousands of original LINCOLN men, who they “always knew” would be nominated, and who first suggested his name, who are shouting themselves hoarse over the nomination. “What was it WEBSTER said when TAYLOR was nominated?” ask the opponents of LINCOLN. “What was the result of the election?” retort LINCOLN’s friends. Thirty-three guns were fired from the top of the [???]remont House. The dinner referred to in Tuesday evening’s dispatch was a private one, and I regret that inaccurate reading of it should have misrepresented the position of the delegation as regards Mr. GREELEY. His right to act as he deemed best politically, was not denied, and consequently there was no defence of his career needed. Massachusetts delegates, with their brass band, are parading the streets, calling at the various headquarters of the other delegations, serenading and bidding them farewell. “Hurrah for LINCOLN and HAMLIN — Illinois and Maine!” is the universal shout, and sympathy for the bottom dog is the all-pervading sentiment. The “Wide-Awakes,” numbering about two thousand men, accompanied by thousands of citizens, have a grand torch-light procession. The German Republican Club has another. The office of the Press and Tribune is brilliantly illuminated, and has a large transparency over the door, saying, “For President, Honest Old ABE.” A bonfire thirty feet in circumference burns in front of the Tremont House, and illumines the city for miles around. The city is one blaze of illumination. Hotels, stores and private residences, shining with hundreds of patriotic dips. ENOUGH. HOWARD.
Joseph Howard, New York Times, May 19, 1860