In response to a request, and after some hesitation, Lincolnwrote to Jesse W. Fell on December 20, 1859, giving a brief account of his early years. Fell sent a copy of the manuscript, together with other facts relating to Lincoln's political and legislative career, to a friend in Chester County, Pennsylvania, Mr. Joseph H. Lewis, who used the material in preparing an ably written and extensive memoir on Lincoln which appeared in many papers of the country in January 1860. This memoir helped to prepare the way, especially among the Pennsylvania delegation, for Lincoln's nomination at Chicago in the following June. Lincoln's letter to Fell is a simple modest account of his life up to that time and is characterized by his habitual economy of expression. It is one of the most extensive statements he ever committed to writing concerning the main events of his own life.
My dear Sir: Herewith is a little sketch, as you requested. There is not much of it, for the reason, I suppose, that there is not much of me. If anything be made out of it, I wish it to be modest, and not to go beyond the material. If it were thought necessary to incorporate anything from any of my speeches, I suppose there would be no objection. Of course it must not appear to have been written by myself.
Yours very truly,
I was born February 12, 1809, in Hardin County, Kentucky. My parents were both born in Virginia, of undistinguished families--second families, perhaps I should say. My mother, who died in my tenth year, was of a family of the name of Hanks, some of whom now reside in Adams, and others in Macon County, Illinois. My paternal grandfather, Abraham Lincoln, emigrated from Rockingham County, Virginia, to Kentucky about 1781 or 1782, where a year or two later he was killed by the Indians, not in battle, but by stealth, when he was laboring to open a farm in the forest. His ancestors, who were Quakers, went to Virginia from Berks County, Pennsylvania. An effort to identify them with the New England family of the same name ended in nothing more definite than a similarity of Christian names in both families, such as Enoch, Levi, Mordecai, Solomon, Abraham, and the like.
My father, at the death of his father, was but six years of age, and he grew up literally without education. He removed from Kentucky to what is now Spencer County, Indiana, in my eighth year. We reached our new home about the time the State came into the Union. It was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still in the woods. There I grew up. There were some schools, so called, but no qualification was ever required of a teacher beyond "readin', writin', and cipherin'" to the rule of three. If a straggler supposed to understand Latin happened to sojourn in the neighborhood, he was looked upon as a wizard. There