mper tyrannis! ( So may it always be with tyrants! —the motto on the seal of Virginia), leaped upon the stage.
He was booted and spurred for a night ride.
One of his spurs caught in the flag, and he fell.
Rising, he turned to the audience and said, The South is avenged!
and then escaped by a back door.
There he mounted a horse which a boy had held for him, fled across the Anacosta, and found temporary refuge among sympathizing friends in Maryland.
The President died the next morning, April 15.
Booth was pursued and overtaken in Virginia, concealed in a barn.
He refused to surrender.
The barn was set on fire, and the assassin was shot by a sergeant.
The President's body was embalmed and taken back to his home in Springfield by almost the same route as he went to the capital more than four years before.
Everywhere loyal people of the land were his sincere mourners.
Foreign governments and distinguished men expressed their grief and sympathy, and French Democrats testified th