case during the day. Although not a minute elapsed before he was at the President's side, the moment he saw the features he remarked that death had claimed its own. There was no pulse, and by putting his ear down he was enabled to distinguish a very slight beating of the heart. Mrs. Garfield was hastily summoned, and the other occupants of the cottage. The scene was a sad one. The look of agony on the face of Mrs. Garfield, as she reached her husband's bedside, and took hold of his hands, and realized that life was on its flight, will never fade from the minds of those present. Miss Mollie Garfield, General Swaim, Colonel Rockwell, O. C. Rockwell, Mrs. Rockwell, Private Secretary Brown, Mr. Warren Young, Dr. Bliss, Dr. Agnew, and Dr. Boynton stood about the bedside as life fled. The scene was affecting in the extreme, but Mrs. Garfield bore up under the terrible affliction with the wonderful fortitude she had all along exhibited. There she sat, a heart-stricken woman, full of grief, but with too much Christian courage to exhibit it to those about her. She, of course, was laboring under a terrible strain, and, despite her efforts, tears flowed from her eyes, and her lips became drawn by her attempt to bear the burden with which she had been afflicted. Miss Mollie was naturally greatly affected, and bursts of tears flowed from the child's eyes, notwithstanding her noble effort to follow the example of her mother. The death scene was one never to be forgotten. At his bedside, holding his poor, emaciated hand in her own, and watching with an anguish unutterable the fast-vanishing sands of life, sat the faithful, devoted wife during the closing hours of the President's career. Around him were other weeping friends and physicians, lamenting their powerlessness in the presence of the dark angel of death. Toward the last the mind of the sufferer wandered. He was once more back in Mentor, amid those scenes where the happiest hours of his life were spent. He sat in the dear old homestead again, with the loved ones around him: the aged mother, so proud of her big boy, the faithful wife, the beloved children. It was a blissful dream, that robbed death of its terrors, and rendered the dying man for the moment unconscious of the cruel rending of his once vigorous frame that was constantly going on. The moan of the restless ocean mingled with the sobs of the loved ones as the lamp of life went out forever. Within an hour the terrible news was known in every city of the country, and everywhere the solemn toll of church and fire bells told the awakening people in their beds that their beloved President was dead. Never did people more sincerely mourn than did those of the American nation when General Garfield's life went out in cruel pain : "This is the very top, The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, All murders past do stand excused in this; To the yet unbegotten sin of times; And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest Everywhere there was weeping, and the messages of condolence which came to Mrs. Garfield were as sincere as they were numerous. One of the first received was from the Queen of England, and read as follows: BALMORAL. Words cannot express the deep sympathy I feel with you. May God support and comfort you, as He alone can. (Signed) THE QUEEN. Towns, cities, and states, republics and kingdoms, including nearly every nation on earth, sent their messages of sympathy. The exhibition of a grief so world-wide was a sublime event, and something new in the world's history. The immediate cause of the death was for some time a matter of dispute among physicians; but those who were in charge of President Garfield's case, both at Washington and after his removal to Long Branch, assisted by Dr. Andrew H. Smith, of Elberon, and Dr. D. S. Lamb, of the Army Medical Museum at Washington, made a post-mortem examination of the deceased President's body, at Long Branch, the next day after his death. The operation was performed by Dr. Lamb, and it was found that the ball, after |