[520] The Globe continues:—
In the meantime, a messenger was despatched for Dr. Lincoln. The entire party was soon at the bedside of Mr. Sumner, who, by this time, was suffering great pain. After another injection of morphine, and a dose of brandy and ammonia, he seemed easier, and at two o'clock he had so much improved that his friends, with the exception of his secretary, thought it safe to retire to their homes. The Senator appeared to be unusually sensitive, and apologized for giving so much trouble. He told his secretary, Mr. Johnson, and his physicians, to go to bed, assuring them that he was much better. Dr. Johnson remained all night, watching with anxiety the development of the symptoms. It is proper to state that during all his illness, Dr. Johnson has merely acted under the advice of Dr. Brown-Sequard, only administering the prescriptions of that physician, who thoroughly understood Mr. Sumner's case. Towards morning the Senator grew worse, his symptoms became more alarming, and he began to lose strength rapidly. About six o'clock, Mr. Wormley, Mr. Hooper, Mr. Pierce, and other friends arrived, and it was at once decided to have a consultation of physicians. Surgeon-General Barnes, Dr. Lincoln, and Dr. W. P. Johnson were summoned, and were soon in attendance. The result of the consultation was the opinion that Mr. Sumner could scarcely survive. At the Senator's request, Mr. Wormley telegraphed to New York for Dr. Brown-Sequard, to Philadelphia for Colonel J. W. Forney, and other intimate personal friends. Those around his bedside are of the opinion that, at this time, Mr. Sumner filly realized the dangerous character of his condition. Everything was done by the physicians and those in attendance to procure relief, but all to no purpose. The frequent injection of morphine seemed to relieve, in some degree, the pain, while the administering of stimulants arrested, for a time, the failing strength. It was now manifest to all that the death of the great Senator was approaching. His secretary telegraphed at once to Mr. Sumner's only surviving relative, Mrs. Dr. Hastings, his sister, at San Francisco, informing her of her brother's condition. The news of his illness spread rapidly through the city, and hundreds of people (white and black), wended their way to his residence. Only his physicians, his secretary, the members of the Massachusetts delegation, and a few friends were admitted to the Senator's bedchamber and his library adjoining. Every effort was made to sustain life until the arrival of Dr. Brown-Sequard, who was expected at halfpast
