The life, crime, and capture of John Wilkes Booth,: with a full sketch of the conspiracy of which he was the leader, and the pursuit, trial and execution of his accomplices./ By George Alfred Townsend.

16. ~ife, Crme, ad Capture, of JoAn Wslke* Boot.
campaigns with this homely gentleman who is going to the grave. laem
are mtmy more bright stars twinkling in contiguous shoulder bars,; but sit,
ting in a chair upon the beflowered carpet is Ulysses Grant, who has lived
a century in the last three weeks and comes to-day to add the luster of his
iron face to this thrilling and saddened picture. He wears white gloves and
sash, and is swarthy, nervous, and almost tearful, his feet crossed, his
square receding head turning now here now there, his treble constellation
blazing upon the left shoulder only, but hidden on tlie right, and l seem to
read upon his compact features the indurate and obstinate will to fight, oh
the line he has selected, the honor of the country through any peril, as if
he had sworn it by the slain man's bier-his statefellow, patron, and
friend. Here also is General McCallum, who has seamed the rebellious
South with military roads to send victory along them, and bring back the
groaning and the scarred. These and the rest are grand historic figures,
worthy of.all artistic depiction. They nave looked so often into the mortar's mouth, that no bravo's blade'can make them wince. Do you see the
thin-haired, conical head of the viking Farraguf, close by General Grant
with many naval heroes close behind, storm-beaten, and every inch Americans in thought and physiognomy?
What think the foreigtl ambassadors of such men, in the light of their
own overloaded bodies, where meaningless orders, crosses, and ribbons
shine dimly in the funeral light? These legations number, perhaps, a hun.
dred men, of all civilized races,-the Sardiiiian envoy, jetty-eyed, towering
above the rest. But they' are still and respectful, gathered thus by a slain
ruler, to see how worthy is the republic he has preserved. Whatever
sympathy these have for our institutions, I think that in such audience they
imust have been impressed -with the futility of any thought that either one
citizen right or one territorial inch can ever be torn from the United-States.
Not to speak disparagingly of these noble guests, I was struck with the
superior facial energy of' our own public servants, who were generally
lariger, and brighter-faced, born of that aristocracy which took its patent
from Tubal Cain, and Abel the goatherd, and graduated in Abraham Lincoln. The Haytien minister,. swarthy and fiery-faced, is conspicu6us
among these.
But nearer down, and just opposite the catafalque so that it is perpendicular to the direction of vision, stand the central powers of our'govern
ment, its President and counsellors. President Johnson is facing the middle
of the coffin upon the lowest step; his hands are crossed upon his breast,
his dark clothing just revealing. -his plaited shirt, and upon his fiull, plethoric,
shaven face, broad and severely compact, two telling gray, eyes rest under
a thoughtful brow, whose turning hair is. straight and smooth. Beside him
are Vie-Presidenrt Hamlin, whom he succeeded, and Ax-Governor King, his
most intimate friend, who lends to the ruling severity of the place a half
Falstaffian episode. The cabinet are behind, as if arranged for a daguer.
reotypist, Stanton, short and quicksilvery, in long goatee and glasses, in
stunted contrast to the tall and snow-tipped shape of Mr. Welles with the
rest, practical'and attentive, and'at their side is Secretary Chase, high, dignified, and handsome, with folded arms, listening, but undemonstrative, a
half-foot higher than any spectator, and dividing with Charles Sumner, who
is near by, the preference for manly beauty in age. With Mr. Chase are
other justices of the Supreme Court, and to their lef, near the feet of the
corpse, are the reverend senators, representing the oldest and the newest
states-splendid faces, a little worn with early and later toils, backed up
by the high, classical features of Colonel Forney, their secretary. Beyond