The Evening critic., 1881-08-28
[Contlnued from FIret Page.


and GO 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.
~ win Take That One Chnncc,''
he remembers having said to his physicians
in the earlier days of his prostitution, but
to-day nc 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 demonstrativc or outwardly
excited. But God knows their grief is
plainly depicted upon their faces. The
strong bonds of affection have
bound men off all parties together
in the one common sorrow. Char
ity has disarmcd suspicion, and pity
has melted hate, and naught now remains
for them but to accept with patriotic resig-
nation whatever the remaining solemn
hours may bring 10 pass. 49,
At Noon To-Day
only "a few stragglcrs hung around the front
of the White House grounds. The Presi-
dents death was only n matter of Il short
time, the people thought, and they strayed
away. l
Looking Down Upon the Scene
from an upror window of the Mansion, the
observer can scircely realize that so gieat n
crisis is close to hand.
Out there Under the Trees
that whitc-hclmeted soldier who PAGES to
and fro is gravcr than usual this morning
He has performed long and faithful service,
but he feels that his duty is about at an end.
Those policemen to the right, convcrsing
low and earnestly, have the same
impression, and those gentlemen
who have just entered the por-
tico to ask "How is the President
this morning." know that he is no better,
but it is mark of common courtesy and
they feel it their duty. That man just
mounting his horse is Patrick Dolan, one of
the most faithful of the White House mes
sengers. lie has performed good service
during the Presidents illness. He is now
off to notify the Cabinet officers that the
President is no better. How quiet it all
IL IL Very sad.
There never was time when such a
great sorrow befcll our people.
But there Is one great consolation which
we oil should take to our hearts. 1t is a
consolation of President Garfeld's own
teaching-the inspiring words with which
he Gained the rage of the multitude that
filled the streets of New York upon the an
nouncement of President Lincoln's assassi-
nation. lfi
'FELLow CrTIZENs-Cloudsa and darkness
are around about Him q! His pavilion is dark
waters and thick clouds of the skies JUS
tice and Judgment are the establishment OF
His throne? Mercy and Truth shall go
before His face! Fellow citizens,
God ReiCns and the Government al
Washington still Livesi''
1t lives but its life hangs upon very
slender thread and in no wise was this SC
clearly proven than by the sad faces Of the
inmates of the Mansion to-day. Private
Secretary Brown and the under officials
were severely grave. The ushers and
doorkCepers in the departments below
passed visitors in and out without comment
and each one moved from place to place
with noiseless tread.
Mrs James and Mrs. MacVcagh were
among the early callers. Each had a short
interview with Mrs. Garfield, but could moi
convince her that the President would die
~ kLow," she said to Mrs. MacVeagh
that the Presidents condition is critical.
but my dear friend, am still hopeful and
know him too we'll to believe that he would
recognize the approach of death without
first Informing me" Rev. DIR. Power, who
called later, reported Mrs. Garfield as
courageous and hopeful as ever, and that
the children, while cognizant of the patients
Illness were strong in the belief of his re-
covery.
Packages and Boxes
by express, containing offerings for the
Presidents comfort and relief continued to
arrive to-day as usual. They were re-
ceived and piled up but were not opened
so strongly were the domcstics impressed
that the President was nearing the end.
Since Steward BILLY Crump