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.

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are the representatives and leading officials of the various deA rtm,
with a few odd folk like George' Francis Train, exquisite as ever, and, for
this time only, with nothing to say.
Close by the corpse sit the relatives of the deease, plain, honest
hardy people, typical as much of',he simplicity of our institutions as of
Mr. Lincoln's self-made eminePce. No blood relatives of Mr. Lincoln
were to be found.. It is a singular evidence of the poverty of his origin,
and therefore of his exceeding good report, that, excepting his immediate
family, none answering to his name could be discovered. Mrs. Lincoln's
relatives were present, however, in some force. Dr. Lyman Beecher Todd,
General John B. S. Todd, C. M. Smith, Esq., and Mr. N. W. Edwards,
the late President's brother-in-law, plain, self-made people were here and
,were sincerely affected. Captain Robert Lincoln sat during the services
with his face in his handkerchief weeping quietly, and little Tad his face
red and heated, cried as if his heart would break. Mrs. Lincoln, weak,
worn, and nervous, did not enter the- East room nor follow the remains.
She was the chief magistrate's lady yesterday; to-day a widow bearing
only an immortal name. Among, the neighbors of the late President, who
came from afar to pay respect to his remains, was one old gentleman who
left Richmond on Sunday. I had been upon the boat with him and heard
him in hot wrangle with some officers who advised the summary execution
of all rebel leaders. This the old man opposed, when the feeling against
him became so intense that he was compelled to retire. lie counselled
mercy, good faith, and forgiveness. To-day, the men who had called him a
traitor, saw him among the family mourners, bent with grief. All these
are waiting in solemn lines, standing erect, with a space of several feet between them and the coffin, and there is no bustle nor unseemly curiosity,
not a whisper, not a footfall-only the collected nation looking with cwed
hearts upon eminent death.
This scene is historic I regret that I must tell you of it over a little
wire, for it admits of all exemplification. In this high, spacious, elegant
apartment, laughter and levee, social pleasantry and refined badinage, had
often held their session. Dancing and music had made those mirrors thrill
which now reflect a pall, and where the most beautifuil women of their day
had mingled here with men of brilliant favor, now only a very few, brave
enough to look upon death, were wearing funeral weeds. The pleasant
face of Mrs. Kate Sprague looks out from these; but such scenes gain little
additional power by beauty's presence. And this wonderful relief was
carved. at one blow by John Wilkes Booth.
The religious services began at noon. They were remarkable not only
for their association with the national event, but for a tremendous political
energy which they had. While none of the prayers or speeches exhibited
great literary carefulness, or will obtain perpetuity on their own merits,
they were full of feeling and expressed all the intense concern of the
country.
The procession surpassed.in sentiment, populousness, and sincere good
feeling, anything of the kind we have had in America. It was several miles
long, and in all its elements wag full and tasteful. The scene on the avenue
will be alway remembered as the only occasion on which that great thoroughfare was a real adornment to the seat of government. In the tree tops, on
the house tops, at all the windows, the silent and affected crowds clustered
beneath half.mast banners and waving crape, to reverentially uncover as
the dark vehicle, bearing its rich silver-mounted coffin, swept along; mot,
toWes of reos Ad homage were on many edifices, and singularly some of
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