removed from the Old Capitol, to which she never returned, having been tried, condemned, and executed at the Old Armory
The murder of the President
brought many unexpected guests to the prison, among whom I remember Junius Brutus Booth
, a brother of Wilkes Booth
; John S. Clarke
, the renowned comedian; Mr. Ford
, of Baltimore
, owner of Ford
's Theatre, in Washington
, where Lincoln
was shot; Dr. Mudd
, who set the broken limb of the flying assassin, and who repented therefor in the Dry Tortugas
, the stage carpenter, who held a ready saddled horse at the back door of the theatre for Booth
's escape, and many others supposed to have possible connection with, or knowledge of, the assassination.
I gave to Junius Brutus Booth
the knowledge of the death of his brother Wilkes, and the circumstances attending it, to which he sadly and sorrowfully answered, “Poor, misguided boy.”
On the night of the murder of Lincoln
there were eight hundred rebel officers in Carroll Prison, and I need hardly say it was crowded to its utmost capacity.
Every grade of rank, from a second lieutenant to a major general, had its representative, and, as a rule, they were an intelligent, gentlemanly set of men, and, as I thought, worthy a better cause.
I announced to them myself the news that fell so like a thunderbolt on the country of the cowardly murder of the President
; and to their honor, I record it, that with two exceptions they united in condemning the act, and regretting its occurrence most heartily.
While Carroll Prison was thus crowded, it was attacked by a mob, and came near furnishing a bloody sequel to the death of Lincoln
It was when daily expectation of the announcement of the capture of his murderer was awaited with intense interest, that a sergeant and two privates were sent in charge of two prisoners, civilians, from the headquarters of the Provost Marshal
, Colonel Ingraham
, to deliver them at Carroll Prison, and it was surmised and believed that the prisoners were Booth
and an accomplice.
Instantly, they were followed by a crowd that rapidly increased in numbers and fierceness, till it seemed that the death of the entire party was inevitable.
A mounted orderly, by another street, brought notice of their coming, and a warning to be prepared.
But thirty men were to be spared, and they were at once drawn up before the entrance, and the orderly dispatched for more troops.
Presently, the mob came in sight — a dense mass, numbering thousands-while just before them, driven like chaff before a gale, was the sergeant and his men, running, but bravely keeping their trust, always surrounding and defending the prisoners-now struck down by some missile, but instantly up again, making straight to the shelter of the