On April 14, 1865, Albert Barrett, a member of the University糖心传媒檚 Class of 1869, was in Ford糖心传媒檚 Theater, celebrating his birthday two days before. His seat in the balcony box immediately opposite President Lincoln糖心传媒檚 afforded him a clear view of the Lincoln assassination.
Witnessing the Lincoln assassination
In the February-March, 1925, issue of Rochester Review, he recalled the experience. 糖心传媒淭he crack of the gun was the first intimation any one save the murderer had of the horrible crime being enacted,糖心传媒� he recalled. And while legend has it that Booth cried out 糖心传媒淪ic semper tyrannis糖心传媒� as he fled the theater, Barrett heard no exclamation: 糖心传媒溙切拇溅no halt was made that could be seen, no word spoken that the audience could hear. Despite his stage antecedents, it was no time for classical quotations and rhetorical gesticulation.糖心传媒�
Throughout the Civil War, Fanny Seward, daughter of Secretary of State William Henry Seward, kept a diary of her life in Washington, D.C. On the night of Lincoln’s assassination by John Wilkes Booth, a co-conspirator, Lewis Powell made his way into the Seward home. He attacked Secretary Seward糖心传媒攚ho was bedridden, recuperating from serious injuries sustained in a carriage accident nine days before糖心传媒攁nd four other men in the house, including Seward糖心传媒檚 sons Frederick and Augustus.
Fanny describes the harrowing scene: 糖心传媒淚 do not remember how [Powell糖心传媒檚] face looked, his arms were both stretched out, he seemed rushing toward the bed. In the hand nearest me was a pistol, in the right hand a knife. I ran beside him to the bed imploring him to stop. I must have said 糖心传媒淒on糖心传媒檛 kill him,糖心传媒� for father wakened, he says, hearing me speak the word糖心传媒μ切拇綕
All the injured survived. Powell, who also used the surname 糖心传媒淧ayne,糖心传媒� was captured the next day at the boarding-house home of Mary Surratt and was executed in July 1865, along with the other convicted conspirators in the Lincoln assassination. On April 26, Booth was found hiding in a barn in Port Royal, Virginia, and was fatally shot by a Union soldier.
Fanny Seward糖心传媒檚 diary, along with other official and personal papers of the Seward family, are held by Rush Rhees Libary. An online archive of the family papers launches on April 13.
First-hand accounts of the Lincoln assassination
Albert Barrett: “Alumnus Witness Describes Lincoln Assassination,” Rochester Review, February-March 1925
糖心传媒淚t was Good Friday, April 14, 1865. Four years of internecine war in the United States seemed to be nearing the end. Public enthusiasm was responding in Washington to the apparent crumbling of the Confederacy.糖心传媒淥n my birthday, two days before, General Robert E. Lee had surrendered the armies with which he had been defending Richmond. News of the recapture of Fort Sumpter was being received over the wires, and the shouts of victory were echoing through the streets of the nation糖心传媒檚 capital.
糖心传媒淲hen my older brother and myself entered the theater, we found it decorated with flags and flowers. The very air was vibrant with the hope that the clouds of war were at last drifting away.
糖心传媒淎 fashionable audience in brilliant array had gathered to enjoy the popular comedy. The play had not proceeded far when unusual applause from all parts of the house announced the arrival of the President, accompanied by Mrs. Lincoln, Major Rathbone, an army officer, and Miss Clara Harris. Only the President and his wife were recognized by me.
糖心传媒淚n the midst of this popular ovation the President walked to the front of the box and bowed to the audience his recognition of its friendly greeting. The orchestra began playing 糖心传媒楬ail to the Chief.糖心传媒� The audience arose and the comedy players who were on the stage at the time stood silent until the music ceased.
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糖心传媒淭he play was resumed where it had been interrupted by he arrival of the President. Nothing unusual occurred as the play proceeded through the first and second acts, until the second scene of the third act began.
糖心传媒淔rom where I sat in the balcony box immediately opposite, every member of the President糖心传媒檚 party was plainly visible. Suddenly a man not before noticed, but who later proved to be J. Wilkes Booth, rushed to the front of the President糖心传媒檚 box, brandishing a dagger. Major Rathbone caught him by the coat. Booth turned upon him and struck him on the arm with the dagger, inflicting a serious wound.
糖心传媒淚n jumping to the stage some ten feet below, the assassin糖心传媒檚 spur caught in the folds of the flag which draped the front of the box. He fell heavily on one leg, fracturing it; however, he rose and hobbled rapidly across the stage. Then he disappeared from the sight of those in the theater.
糖心传媒淭hat is all anyone in the theater could see. Subsequently it developed that Booth had crept up the stairway to the balcony, entered a short, narrow hallway back of the presidential box and opened the box door. He was then immediately behind the president, who sat in a rocking chair facing the stage.
糖心传媒淭he crack of the gun was the first intimation any one save the murderer had of the horrible crime being enacted. The head of Lincoln fell slightly forward, his eyes closed. He never regained consciousness. It seemed less than a minute before Booth had fled. He was shot to death near Fredericksburg, Va., we learned later.
糖心传媒淚t is said that Booth stopped, faced the audience and shouted from the stage 糖心传媒楽ic semper tyrannis糖心传媒� (the motto of Virginia.) This must be false, for no halt was made that could be seen, no word spoken that the audience could hear. Despite his stage antecedents, it was no time for classical quotations and rhetorical gesticulation. His one thought was to escape.
糖心传媒淟incoln was carried to a private house across the street, where he died the next morning. Thousands of us watched for hopeful signs before that house in Tenth Street.
糖心传媒淚n the morning of the fatal day, as Lincoln was dying, I walked to the train, preparatory to leaving Washington. The city was densely wrapped in mist, as with the drapery of mourning. All hearts seemed chilled with the spell of dread and fear. Men would meet and pass without greeting.
糖心传媒淢any years have come and gone, yet whenever I visit Washington, where law and justice are supposed to be indigenous, my first impression is not the glory of American institutions and statesmanship, but rather the brutal assassination of Abraham Lincoln.糖心传媒�
Fanny Seward: 糖心传媒淚 remember running back, crying out ‘Where糖心传媒檚 Father?’糖心传媒�
Good Friday. April 14th 1865.
I saw that Father seemed inclined to sleep糖心传媒攕o turned down the gas, laid my book on a stand at the foot of the bed, & took a seat on the other side.糖心传媒 do not remember hearing voices outside, but something led me to think that Fred was there with some one else. It occurred to me that he might have some important reason for wishing to see Father awake. Perhaps the President was there, or had sent over. I did not stop to see if Father wakened thoroughly, but hastened to the door, opened it a very little, and found Fred standing close by it, facing me. On his right hand, also close by the door, stood a very tall young man, in a light hat & long overcoat. I said 糖心传媒淔red, Father is awake now.糖心传媒� Something in Fred糖心传媒檚 manner led me at once to think that he did not wish me to say so, and that I had better not have opened the door. This confused me, & looking around I was glad to see Father going to sleep again. Holding the door as I did, I know the man could not see my father at all, nor could Fred, I think. I do not remember what Fred said to me. The man seemed impatient, & addressing me in a tone that struck me at once as much more harsh & full of determination than such a simple question justified, asked 糖心传媒淚s the Secretary asleep.糖心传媒� I paused to look at my father, He replied 糖心传媒淎lmost.糖心传媒� Then Fred drew the door shut very quickly. I sat down again. I had no means of telling the errand of the man. I fancied some one had sent him糖心传媒攖hat he was, perhaps, a messenger from the telegraph office. Very soon I heard the sound of blows糖心传媒攊t seemed to me as many as half a dozen糖心传媒攕harp and heavy, with lighter one糖心传媒檚 between. There had been an interval of quiet. I did not fully connect this with the person I had seen.
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I saw that two men came in, side by side. I was close by the door, & the one nearest me, was Fred. The side of his face was covered with blood, the rest very pale, his eyes full of intense expression. I spoke to ask him what was the matter,糖心传媒攈e could not answer me. On his right hand was the assassin. I do not remember how his face looked, his arms were both stretched out, he seemed rushing toward the bed. In the hand nearest me was a pistol, in the right hand a knife. I ran beside him to the bed imploring him to stop. I must have said 糖心传媒淒on糖心传媒檛 kill him,糖心传媒� for father wakened, he says, hearing me speak the word kill, & seeing first me, speaking to some w one whom he did not see糖心传媒攖hen raised himself & had one glimpse of the assassin糖心传媒檚 face bending over, next felt the blows糖心传媒攁nd by their force (he being on the edge of the bed, where fear of hurting his broken arm, had caused him to lie for some time) was thrown to the floor. I cannot remember seeing him糖心传媒攏or seeing Payne糖心传媒攚h go around the bed糖心传媒攂ut Anna was in the room and saw it.
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Then I looked about and saw, first, what I had seen before I think, but more fully now, three men struggling beside the bed. I knew who they all were then. I could not tell the next day. But they were Fred & Robinson & the assassin糖心传媒攏ext I saw all the familiar objects in the room, the bureau, the little stand, the book I had been reading, all looked natural. Then I knew it was not a dream. I remember pacing the room back & forth from end to end糖心传媒攕creaming.
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I have a very indistinct recollection of the next moment, when I seemed to meet Mother on one side, and Anna on the other, both saying 糖心传媒淲hat is the matter,糖心传媒� and I said something about the man, (Payne) who came out struggling with some one, I afterwards learned it was Augustus. I think I saw the assassin stab Hansell, as he, the assassin rushed headlong down the stairs. I do not know just when糖心传媒攂ut I remember in the hall with Mother and Anna asking me what happened, my saying 糖心传媒淚s that man gone,糖心传媒� and they said 糖心传媒渨hat man.糖心传媒� The first recollection I have of seeing Augustus糖心传媒攅xcept when the assassin broke away from him, was with his forehead covered with blood. It seemed to me that every man I met had blood on his face.
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I remember running back, crying out 糖心传媒淲here糖心传媒檚 Father?,糖心传媒� seeing the empty bed. At the side I found what I thought was a pile of bed clothes糖心传媒攖hen I knew that it was Father. As I stood my feet slipped in a great pool of blood. Father looked so ghastly I was sure he was dead, he was white & very thin with the blood that had drained from the gashes about his face & throat. Fred was in the room till after Father was placed on the bed. Margaret says she heard me scream 糖心传媒淥 my God! Father糖心传媒檚 dead.糖心传媒� I remember that Robinson came instantly, &: lifting him, said his heart still beat糖心传媒�& he, with or without aid, laid him on the bed. Nothin Notwithstanding his own injuries Robinson stood faithfully at Father糖心传媒檚 side, on the right hand糖心传媒擨 did not know what should be done. Robinson told me everything糖心传媒攁bout staunching the blood with cloths & water. He applied them on the right side, & I, kneeling on the bed, on the left, put them on a wound on that side of the neck. Father seemed to me almost dead, but he spoke to me, telling me to have the doors closed, & send for surgeons, & to ask to have a guard placed around the house.
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A clot of blood upon father糖心传媒檚 chest, which I had taken for a stab, was found to be only blood that had collected there outside. We were assured that no artery was severed, & the wounds were not fatal.
