. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . )er loi)by towanl the stairs. They lookthe l)ody across Tenth Street to the house ofWilliam Peterson, a tailor. .\t the end of thefront hall was a long, narrow Ixdrooni thetenant of which, a young soldier named WillieClark, was not in. On the neat, thoughsmall, bed in that room the President waslaid—cornerwise, as only that way could hisgreat length be accommodated -and messen-gers were sent in every direction, for CaptainRol)ert Lincoln, for the meml)ers of theCal)inet, for the Surgeon General, for theIresidents private physician, Dr. Stone
. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . )er loi)by towanl the stairs. They lookthe l)ody across Tenth Street to the house ofWilliam Peterson, a tailor. .\t the end of thefront hall was a long, narrow Ixdrooni thetenant of which, a young soldier named WillieClark, was not in. On the neat, thoughsmall, bed in that room the President waslaid—cornerwise, as only that way could hisgreat length be accommodated -and messen-gers were sent in every direction, for CaptainRol)ert Lincoln, for the meml)ers of theCal)inet, for the Surgeon General, for theIresidents private physician, Dr. Stone, forhis pastor, Dr. (iurley of the New York.\venue Presbyterian Church. Through the , above the soft f<)ve thehushed tones of Stanton and Dana, above of Mrs. Lincoln, sounded the in-cessant moaning, the stertorous breathing ofthe President. He was entirely unconscious;not the faintest glimmer of understanding hadcome to him since the bullet plowed its waythrough his JOHN a&vusiu uf Prcmidcnt LibcolD. 20-t Hamptons Magazine At a quarter before two Mrs. Lincoln wentinto the little room. The President was quietthen—the moaning, the struggling motion ofthe long arms, were over. She stayed untilten minutes after two, when she returned toher sofa in the parlor. At three oclock shewent in again for a few moments. At three-thiny-five Dr. Gurley knelt by the bedsideand praved. .\t six oclock the pulse beganto fall. At six-thirty the labored breathingwas heard again. At seven the physicians an-nounced signs of immediate dissolution, andat seven-twenty-two the faint pulse ceased,the last breath tluttcred from between theparted lijis. and Stantons voice broke theunbearable stillness, saying: Now he belongsto the ages. At nine oclock the body of the Presidentwas placed in a temporary coffin, wrapped inan American tlag, and borne by six soldiers toa hearse. Then, very quietly, with only a tinyescort, moving througli Tenth to I St
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