Tomorrow, it will have been one-hundred fifty years since Abraham Lincoln climbed on a pallet of a stage, in the middle of a lush field, that four months earlier, was the place of a battle only men of his power and wisdom in his time could comprehend. So many shots rang out, and so much blood was spilled on these hallowed grounds, and now lie many rows of stones, enough that even the most stoic would have cried at its sight. I gave a presentation on Lincoln’s speeches five months ago, and the slide describing his 272 words told how former the Governor of Massachusetts’ two-hour speech was expected to be the Gettysburg Address, before I quoted the entire speech from The New York Times. Now, I am doing this project, and I am really inspired, just as I was writing the presentation, by Lincoln’s wondering of whether or not this nation shall endure. I, and Lincoln, might be humbled by the fact that our nation has endured. We mustn't forget Lincoln’s deeds during the four years of hope and hopelessness, tribulation and rejoicing, and the five speeches I included: Cooper Union, the inaugural speeches, his final speech, and three of his finest minutes, are sheer proof that we mustn't forget. Long since, governments of the people, by the people, and for the people, have sprung up around the world like the grass that bloomed on that clear day, and indeed, these governments shall, as they must, remember Lincoln’s 272 words, and remember that this speech is as clear as when it was delivered seven and a half score years ago tomorrow.