Lincoln Snatches The Nomination


Ten thousand delegates, reporters, and spectators poured into Chicago from 24 different states and territories the second week of May 1860—all fully believing, as one put it, that their choice “would be the next President of the United States.” That year’s Republican convention would prove to be one of the most important political gatherings in U.S. history.

These Republicans, assembling for only their second presidential convention, represented a wildly diverse political party: old Whigs, antislavery former Democrats, high-tariff Easterners, and onetime anti-foreigner Know Nothings. Probably their only point of agreement was that Sen. William H. Seward of New York would be nominated.

Lurking among the likely also-rans were notables such as former Gov. Salmon P. Chase of Ohio, Sen. Simon Cameron of Pennsylvania, and former Rep. Edward Bates of Missouri. But few regarded them as more than regional choices. A few weeks before, former Rep. Abraham Lincoln had won designation as Illinois’s favorite son. But even his 22 pledged delegates did not expect to do more than offer his name in nomination before Seward swept home with far more than the 233 votes needed to carry the 465-delegate convention.

Lincoln has often been portrayed as gaining the White House largely because of the disarray of the opposition party in the general election. Closer examination reveals that his meteoric rise from prairie lawyer to chief executive came as the result of an extraordinary work ethic, canny allegiance building over three decades, and a political team not afraid of a little skullduggery.

As the big event approached, Lincoln described himself as “a little too much of a candidate to go, and not quite enough of a candidate to stay home.” (Candidates were supposed to remain at a dignified distance until, they hoped, a delegation would arrive to announce word of their nomination.) A shrewd headcounter, he calculated that he might receive as many as 100 votes on the first ballot but that it would be “the high-water mark for me.” In his stead he dispatched a team of brilliant, devoted operatives, led by David W. Davis, a man of such immense girth that he uniquely received his own bed at the country inns frequented by attorneys on the state’s judicial circuit.

Davis and his team did not sleep at all, arriving in Chicago four days early to work on swaying votes in the event of a first-ballot deadlock. “We have persistently refused to Suffer your name used for Vice President on any ticket,” Lincoln’s friend William Butler wrote from Chicago. From their headquarters in a parlor at the overflowing Tremont House, Davis bewitched delegates with stories of Lincoln’s honesty, work ethic, rise from poverty, and political moderation (in direct contrast to Seward’s alleged extremism). While Davis did the grunt work, there’s no doubt who designed the strategy. “Our policy,” Lincoln had instructed, “. . . is to give no offence to others—leave them in a good mood to come to us, if they shall be compelled to give up their first love.”

The convention opened May 16 in the wondrous new 5,000-square-foot temporary timber building dubbed “the Wigwam,” lavishly decorated with flowers, American flags, patriotic bunting, and portraits of all 15 previous presidents. Few doubted that Seward’s image would soon join the panoply.

For all their bravura confidence, however, Seward’s forces never realized how successful Lincoln’s strategists had been in peeling off delegates during their extra days in Chicago. Suddenly, Lincoln stood alone—and all but unnoticed—as Seward’s most formidable obstacle to a smooth early triumph. One Philadelphia newspaper did report that “Lincoln’s stock is on the rise,” but Chicago papers, to which delegates had easier access, failed to herald his steady rise. Had they done so, the Sewardites might have recognized the danger in time to nip it. His people had come armed with confidence and money; but Lincoln now had momentum.

Using his contacts as a railroad lawyer, Judd convinced clients to discount fares into town—triggering an onrush of locals eager to cheer Lincoln’s progress. He worked further miracles by designing the convention’s seating plan. Before anyone noticed—much less objected—he had arranged for the all-Seward New York delegation to occupy the center of the floor, surrounded by Lincoln delegates, rightly assuming that Seward’s operatives would find it difficult to escape their isolation to troll for votes in the certain clamor of extra balloting. Judd placed pro-Lincoln Illinois and Indiana together near the front, where they could easily spread out, mingle, and make deals. “Keep cool,” a Lincoln man presciently wired the candidate the night before the voting. “Things is working.”

Back home, Lincoln worried anyway: “Make no contracts that bind me,” he wired his supporters. But Davis ignored him, telling his team that “Lincoln ain’t here and don’t know what we have to meet. So we will go ahead as if we hadn’t heard from him and he must ratify it.” Historians remain divided as to whether Lincoln’s representatives promised specific Cabinet seats for delegate support. Nonetheless, it’s clear that whatever switching occurred during the next 72 hours, as Davis admitted, came from “paying the price.”

But would these measures really affect Seward’s vast plurality? As the decisive balloting began on May 18, no one knew for sure. Back in Springfield, Lincoln worked off his nervousness with a morning game of handball, then strolled to his law office to try and get some work done. Concentration did not come. By the time the convention came to order in Chicago, he and a few friends had gone to await the results at the telegraph office across the square.