For all his humor, Thomas could be taciturn and moody. He often became depressed and withdrew into himself, sometimes wandering out in the barrens for hours on end. Bouts of depression would hardly be surprising in a man who, as a boy, had witnessed his father’s murder and then endured wandering, rootless poverty and hard labor. Other losses—recurring financial setbacks and the deaths of his second son in 1813, of his wife in 1818, and of his daughter in 1828—deepened his dejection. He frequently said, “everything that I ever teched either died, got killed or was lost.” On other occasions he lamented: “It’s the hand of Providence laid upon me.”
Source: Abraham Lincoln ∶ A Life ▫𓂃
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