whole remnant of his army.
The city is alive with people.
All flags hung out — shop windows decorated --processions in the street.
All friends meet and shake hands.
On the newspaper bulletins such placards as “Gloria in excelsis Deo,
” “Thanks be to God!”
We all call it the greatest day of our lives.
Apples, half-peck, .50.
That week was one of joy and thankfulness for all. Thursday was Fast Day; she “went to church to fatigue Satan.
Afterwards made a visit to Mrs.
who did not seem to have tired her devil out.”
The joy bells were soon to be silenced.
Saturday, April 15, was
“A black day in history, though outwardly most fair.
was assassinated in his box at the theatre, last evening, by J. Wilkes Booth
This atrocious act, which was consummated in a very theatrical manner, is enough to ruin not the Booth family alone, but the theatrical profession.
Since my Sammy's death, nothing has happened that has given me so much personal pain as this event.
The city is paralyzed.
But we can only work on, and trust in God.”
Our father's face of tragedy, the anguish in his voice, as he called us down to hear the news, come vividly before us to-day, one of the clearest impressions of our youth.
Our mother went with him next day to hear Governor Andrew
's official announcement of the murder to the Legislature, and heard with deep emotion his quotation from “MacBETHeth