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Prison Life of Efr. Davis.

The following extracts are from WORK
Just issued by DR.. Craven, formerly Post
Snrgeon at Fortress Monroe, aud form a
vivid picture of tho incarceration and
treatment of the distinguished prisoner:
MAY 2l, 1S65.-The procession into the
fort was under the immediate lnspection
of Major General Hallecll and Charles "A.
Dana. then Assistant Secretary OF war !;
Col Pritchard, of the Michigan cavalry,
. who Immediately effected the capture,
heinz the officer in command Of the guard
from the vessel to the fort. First came
Major General Miles holding the arm of
Mr.. Davis, who was dressed in a suit OF
plain Confederate gray, with gray
slouched hat-always thin, and now look
ing much wasted and very haggard. I'M
mediately after these came Col. Prltch,
ard accompanying Mr.. Clay, with a guard
of soldiers in their rear. Thus they pass
ed through files Of men in blue from the
Engineers Landing to the Water Bate
nv Postern; and on arriving at the case
mate which had been fitted up into cells
for their incarceration, Mr.. Davis was
shown into casemate No. two and Clay
into No. four, guards of soldiers being
stationed in the cells numbered one, three
and five. upon each side of them. They
entered; the heavy doors changed behind
them, and in that clang was rung the IL
nal knell of the terrible, but now extinct
rebellion.
Being ushered into his inner cell by
General Miles, and the two doors leading
thereinto from the guard room being fas-
tened. Mr.. Davis, after surveying the
premises for some moments, and looking
out through the embrasure with such
thoughts passing over his lined and ex-
pressive face as may be imagined suddenly
seated himself in a chair, placing both
hands on his knees, and asked one OF the
soldiers pacing up and down within his
cell this significant question: (Which
way does the embrasure face q
The soldier was silent.
Mr. Davis, raising his voice little, re-
peated the inquiry.
But again dead silence, or only the
measured FOOTBALLS of the two pacing SEN
tries within, and the fainter echoes OF the
fonr without.
Addressing the other soldier, as if the
first had been deaf and had not heard
him, the prisoner again repeated the in
quiry.
as the first, slight twitching Of his eyes
only intimating thathe had heard the ques-
ton, but was forbidden TO speak.
"Well," said Mr.. Davis throwing his
hands up and breaking into bitter laugh,
~ wish my men could have been taught
YOUR disciplined and then, rising from
his chair, he commenced pacing back and
forth before the cmbrasure, now looking
at the silent sentry acress the moat, and
anon at the two silently pacing soldiers
who were his companions in the casemate.
His sole reading matter, a Bible and a
PRAYER book. his only companions those
two silent guards, his only food the ordin-
ary rations of bread and beef served out
to the soldiers of the garrison-thus
passed the first day and night OF the ex-
Presidents confinement.
On the morning of the 23d of May, q
vet bitterer trial was in store for the
proud spirit-a trial severer, probably,
than has ever in modern times been in
flicted upon any one who had enjoyed
such eminence. This morning Jefferson
Davis was shackled.
It was while all the swarming camps
of the armies of the Potomac, the Ten
nessee and Georgia-over two hundred
Thousand bronzed and laurelled veterans
were preparing for the Grand Review
of the next morning, in which, passing
In endless succession before the mansion
of the President, the conquering military
power of the nation was to lay down its
arms at the feet of the civil authority
that the following scene was enacted at
Fort Monroe:
Captain Jerome E. Titlow, Of the Third
Pennsylvania artillery, entered the pri-
soners cell, followed by the blacksmith of
the fort and his assistant, the latter car
rving in his hands some heavy and harsh
ly.rattling shackles. AS they entered,
Mr.. Davis was reclining on his bed, food
placed near to him the preceding day still
living untouched on it's tin plate near his
bedside.
"Well!" said Mr. Davis, as they en-
terad, slightly raising his head.
"I have an unpleasant duty to perform
sir" said Captain Titlow and as he spoke
the senior blacksmith took the shacklcs
from his assistant.
Davis leaped instantly from his rocum-
bent attitude, and then his countenance
growing livid and rigid as death.
He gasped for breath, clinching his
throat with the thin fingers of his right
hand, and then recovering himself slowly,
while his wasted figure lowered up to it's
full height-now appearing to swell with
indignation and then to shrink with ter
ror. as he glanced from the captains face
to the shaczles-he said slowly and with
laboring chest:
aMy God! You cannot have been sent