An elderly man came to...
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An elderly man came to President Abraham Lincoln with a tale of sorrow. His boy had been convicted for some offense and sentenced to death. Mr. Smith appealed to Lincoln for pardon for his son. Lincoln wrote a few lines on a sheet of paper and handed it to the weeping father. It read, "Job Smith is not to be shot until further orders from me. Abraham Lincoln." The old gentleman received it with a look of surprise and disappointment. "I though it was a pardon. You may order him to be shot next week." Lincoln said, "My friend, I see you are not well acquainted with me. If your son never dies until orders come from me to shoot him he will live to be a great deal order than Methuselah." -- Mosley
