The Evening critic. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1881-1885, 1881-08-27
2 p. M.
Still No Indications,

StltI NO lhUhchttOnSs
! The doctors state it as a fact that there
will be unmistakable indications of ap-
preaching death in the Presidents case.
No such indications have yet appeared.
This afternoon the President seems to be
just about holding the position indicated ut
A visit which Was Regarded nv
Significant.
Mr.. A. &. Riddle was among the callers
Mt the White House to-day, and the report
that he had been summoned to prepare the
Presidents will gained considerable Gre
dence. Private Secretary Brown denied
this most emphatically, and said the visit
had no significance whatever. Mr.. Riddle
called only as friend to inquire into the
Presidents condition and remained no
longer than to receive information on that
point. 40 hrre. .r-rr.e
Drs. Hamilton and Agnew.
DR.. Hamilton was to have gone to New
York this morning, but under the present
critical situation has decided not to go Just
yet. Dr. Agncw will arrive here from
Philadelphia this evening. This is accord
ing to previous arrangement. He was not
summoned, as there is no occasion for his
services, as 1t is pretty well understood at
this time that r,,
MPOncOl SklI1 unO nAnOWlellxe arc OF
Little Avail
to the President in his present condition.
1t ali depends upon himself, and the only
ray of hope that exists is that he may yet
have sufficient vitality to rally once more
No Reason 20 Hope.
The contents of the MONDAY bulletin
give no cause for hope, and II was not ex-
pected that it would. The symptoms are
about the same as this morning.
except that the temperature has
risen about one degree. TIE only
way to look at this change is that the
President is still able to. have fever, show
ing slight gain of strength. There is now
not the slightest effort made to conceal the
sad truth that the President is
Slowly hut Surely Sinking.
His death is now regarded only as ques.
ton of hours. He will hardly die, how
ever, before tomorrow, and he may linger
longer than than that, but it is extremely
doubtful thA ''H
A Review of the Past Eight Weeks.
with Notes and COmmemts.
Just eight weeks ago this morning the
Nation was startled from its summer Ian
guor by the flashing message, The Presi-
dent has been assassinated. Only eight
weeks ago Yet volume Of history in that
brief interval has been given to the world.
anu WHat u cOHtTasu tHcTc WAS between
this morning in the vicinity of the White
To-day Eight Weeks Ago
the people surgcd and swayed. struggling
mass in front of the White House gates,
eager to know whether the patient wonld
live or die, and with bated breaths counting
the minutes as they passed, with prayer
for his,safe deliyerance on every lip. El
This Morning
the great thoroughfare in front of the Man
sion was almost deserted. The President is
dying. Upin the snOw-white mansion y0n-
der, away from the noise aud hustle of the
outside world, the peoples patient lies. His
life hangs upon thread. The skill of sur
geOns and
Tender Nursing or wife and Friends
are not likely to bring back the once strong
and brilliant man to the realization of am
bilious dreams-that of serving his country
and healing all differences existing in pO-
litical factions.
His mind wandcrs. Through the dim
haze which seems to cloud his vision his
thoughts revert to that bright Saturday
morning when with light heart and buoyed
with hope he started upon his much wished
for tour of the North. He hears the gay
laughter of his boys and che pleasant ban
ter of the friends who surrounded him.
The click OF the horses hoofs
as they drive into the court to bear him
away to the depot resound upon his cars.
Now he enters the carriage. The couch
mans whip cracks and they roll away,
happy and unmindful of the cares of Ofii-
cial life. The depot Is reached, the Presi-
dent remembers his hearty goodbye to the
cOachman. He links his arm into that of
his faithful Prime Minister, the Secretary
of State.
Suddenly there Comes a. sharp
lI Report. ~
A tingling sensation and faintness follows.
He reels and falls, and all then for n time is
oblivion. Gradually he awakens. A fond
wife bends over him, aud presses her warm
lips to his Her sweet but sad smile brings
back to him the occurrences of the past few
hours. Keep up, little woman" he MUIR
murs tendcrly, and once more the strong,
brave man sinks into sleep. Days come
and 60 He recalls them all. Pain anxiety
and conflicting hopes mark their progress
Now he believes that he is getting better.
Now he is less hopeful but not one word of
despair or complaint escapes his lips.
81 VIII Take That One Chanee,-
he remembers having said to his physicians
in the earlier days Of his prostration, bat
to-day ne realizes that that one chance Is
rapidly drifting away from him and he
enters the shadow of the valley of death
resigned and ready to meet his God. And
what are the people saying all this time
They are not demonstrative or ontwardly
excited. But God knows their grief il
plainly depicted upon their faces. The
strong bonds Of affection have
bound men of all parties together
in the one common SORROW. Char.
lily has disarmed suspicion, and pity
has melted hate, and naught now remains