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I have here the title of the book I want: is there anyone at liberty who could go and find it for me? After a moment's thought the doorkeeper beckoned to a young man who was passing. 'Mr Garrett, he said, 'have you a minute to assist this gentleman? 'With pleasure, was Mr Garrett's answer. The slip with the title was handed to him.
"I wish I wish " he began, and motioned toward the house; but he could not tell what it was that he wished. He died on Garrett's blankets, which were laid down on the snow. Previous to this Garrett had killed one horse at the door beam where it was tied, and with a remarkable shot had cut the other free, shooting off the rope that held it.
It had no tail-board, and its shafts were sharp as famine; and into this mimicry of a vehicle the murderer was to be sent to the Potomac river, while the man he had murdered was moving in state across the mourning continent. The old negro geared up his wagon by means of a set of fossil harness, and when it was backed to Garrett's porch, they laid within it the discolored corpse.
When he went down at the end of the summer term he felt that she was the only thing in the world worth living for. He became Byronic, scowled at Aunt Clare, and treated Garrett's cynicism with contempt. He wrote letters to her every day full of the deepest sentiments and a great deal of amazingly bad poetry.
It is interesting, now, to note how loyally Jameson and his several trained British military officers tried to make their battles conform to precedent. Mr. Garrett's account of the Raid is much the best one I have met with, and my impressions of the Raid are drawn from that.
This digression is meant to signify, that I never joined the single men and double Mantons that went in and off among Sir Lionel Garrett's preserves. I used, instead, to take long walks by myself, and found, like virtue, my own reward, in the additional health and strength these diurnal exertions produced me. One morning, chance threw into my way une bonne fortune, which I took care to improve.
Yet in this house, so peaceful by moonlight, murder had washed its spotted hands, and ministered to its satiated appetite. History present in every nook in the broad young world had stopped, to make a landmark of Garrett's farm. In the dead stillness, Baker dismounted and forced the outer gate; Conger kept close behind him, and the horsemen followed cautiously.
I close this article with a list of all who were at Garrett's farm on the death of Booth. E. J. Conger, \ Detectives. 2. Lieut. Baker, / 3. Surgeon from Port Royal, 4. Four Garrett daughters. 5. Harold, Booth's accomplice, Soldiers. Company H, Sixteenth New-York Volunteer Cavalry, Lieutenant Ed.
Brady possessed, the way that Clare's hands were folded as she stood silently by the bed, Uncle Garrett's waistcoat-buttons that shot little sparks of light into the room as he turned, ever so slightly, from side to side. At a motion of the doctor's, he came forward to bid Sir Jeremy farewell.
Bentley, would probably be unanimous in the opinion that he was foolish to write on the back of Thomas Garrett's. Mr. Parr was then, as now, a business man, and could scarcely be expected to introduce philanthropy into finance. Such had been Mr. Bentley's unfortunate practice.
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