He felt the heart and shook his head.
"Fetch your mother," he said to Robert Lincoln.

The minister had dropped on his knees by the bedside and was praying.
"The President is dead," said the Surgeon-General, and at the words it seemed that every head in the room was bowed on the breast.
Stanton took a step forward with a strange appealing motion of the arms.
It was noted by more than one that his pale face was transfigured.
"Yesterday he was America's," he cried.

"Our very own.

Now he is all the world's....

Now he belongs to the ages." EPILOGUE Mr.Francis Hamilton, an honorary attache of the British Embassy, stood on the steps of the Capitol watching the procession which bore the President's body from the White House to lie in state in the great Rotunda.