feats of these modern days. The railroad company laid a track to the White House, in Washington, and another track to the cottage which kind friends furnished for him at the shore; so that he was taken from door to door in an elegant, comfortable, and commodious car, and carried from the house to the car, and from the car to the seaside cottage, without sufficient commotion or movement of his couch to cause any perceptible increase of his pulse. Although he exhibited signs of exhaustion the next day, he did not attribute it to the journey as much as to the excitement and pleasure of being in a new place and amid new scenes.

The success of his removal gave fresh hope to the nation, which had set apart, and observed sacredly, a day of prayer for him, and Mrs. Garfield felt greatly encouraged. Especially hopeful was she when she found, a few days after, that he was able to lie in a reclining-chair and look out upon the beautiful sea. It was a delight to all his attendants to see him as his countenance lit up with pleasure, saying, "Oh, the beautiful sea!"

But he often mentioned his strong desire to be back in his " Lawnfield" home at Mentor, and sometimes he yearned, with an indescribable sense of homesickness, to see his home and his mother. Oh, how shallow and vain the fame of human greatness appeared to him then, and how much dearer and sweeter than aught else seemed a peaceful domestic life! In his dreams he saw his old schoolmates and

friends. In those hours when his mind wandered, breaking away from its crushing load of pain, he would talk of his cousin Henry, his uncle Thomas, his brother and his sisters, and of his mother, as if it were but a day since his mother's home was broken up. How insignificant, after all, is all the pomp, parade, and honors of a public life to one who loves his wife, his children, and his home! Ah, yes, as Mrs. Garfield foresaw, his election, while a great gain to the nation, was a calamity to them!

On Monday, September 19th, the symptoms of the President's case were very discouraging, and nearly every one about him abandoned all hope of recovery. But he had held out so long, the blood-poisoning, caused by the absorption into the system of the discharge from the wound had been so insidious and slow, that no one looked for his immediate death. But the gloomy presentiment was so strong upon the inmates of the cottage that they involuntarily began to mourn for him as one dead. An eye-witness related an incident which well illustrates the situation that day:

Late in the morning the President expressed a wish to see his daughter Mollie. When the child went into the room she kissed her father, and told him that she was glad to see that he was looking so much better. He said :

"You think I do look better, Mollie?"

She said: "I do, papa," and then she took a chair and sat near the foot of the bed.

A moment or two after, Dr. Boynton noticed that

she was swaying in her chair. He stepped up to her, but before he could reach her she had fallen over in a dead faint. In falling, her face struck against the bedpost, and when they raised her from the floor she was not only unconscious, but also bleeding from the contusion she had received. They carried her out, and she speedily recovered. The President, they thought, had not noticed what had happened to his petted child, for he seemed to have sunk into a stupor; but when Dr. Boynton came back into the room, he was astonished to hear the President say :

"Poor little Mollie, she fell over like a log. What was the matter?"

They assured the President that she was quite restored. He again sank into a stupor or sleep, which lasted until the noon examination.

In the evening, between nine and ten o'clock, Mrs. Garfield was alone with her husband for some time, the first time for many days; but when other persons came into the room, and Mrs. Garfield retired, she felt that he was going to have a very comfortable night. Not a thought that in a few brief moments. the President would be out of suffering crossed her mind. When he dropped off to sleep, he said he was feeling very comfortable.

Within ten minutes afterwards the President said, in agonizing tones, to General Swaim, who had watched with him throughout his entire sickness: "O Swaim! Swaim! I am in terrible agony; can't you do something to relieve me? Oh my heart! the terrible pain!"

General Swaim hurriedly crossed the hall and called Dr. Bliss, who was preparing his report of the