Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1885-07-30
ia NATION M0URNS.
THE GREAT COMMANDER AT
] REST.
General Grants Peaceful and
Painless Death.
"A HERO TO THE END !!
Like True Soldier He Meets the
King of TerrOrs Bravely, and
Lays Down His Arms Only
When Hope Has Fled.
The Peoples Tribute!
Dropping Flags and TOlling Bells
Tell the Universal Sadness.
HIS RESTING PLACE.


q MOUNT MCGREGOR, n. Y, July 23.-
A few minutes before eight o'clock, Doc
5tors Douglas, Shrady and Sands steed OF
THE cottage veranda conversing of the
3condition of Gen. Grant, and discussing
athe probabilities of his death, and the
limit of life left the sick man. Mrs. Sar.
storis and Stenographer Dawson were
sconversiDg little distance away. when
Henry, the nurse, stepped hastily upon
the piazza and spoke quietly to the ply
ssicians. He told them he thought the
sGeneral was very near to death. The
smedical men hastily entered the room
where the sick man was lying, and ap
sproached his side. Instantly upon ex.
gamining the patients face, DR.. Douglas
sordered the family to be summoned to
8the bedside. Haste was made and Mrs
sGrant, Mr.. Jesse Grant and wife, U. 5
sGrant, Jr., and wife, and Mrs. Col. Grant
we're quickly beside the doctors at the
sSick mans cot. Mrs. Sartoris and Mr.
Dawson had followed the doctors in
5from the piazza, and the entire family
was present except Col. Fred Grant
sHasty summons were sent for him, but
she entered the sick room while the mes
ssenger was searching for him. The Col
SEATED himself at the head of the bed
with his left arm resting upon the pillow
above the head of the General, who was
breathing rapidly and with slightly gasp.
ling respiration. Mrs. Grant, calm but
with intense agitation bravely suppress
/ ed, took seat close by the bedside. She
leaned slightly upon the cot, resting upon
: her right elbow, and gazsd with tear
blinded eyes into the Generals face. She
found there, however, no token Of rec
sognition, for the sick man was peacefully
and painlessly passing into another life.
Mrs. Sartoris came behind her mother,
land leaning over her shoulder, so wit
messed the close of a life in which she
5 had constituted a strong element OF
spride.
Directly behind Mrs. Grant and Mrs
sSartoris, and little distance removed,
stood Drs. Douglas. WacCready and
Sands, spectators Of the closing life, and
on the opposite side of the bed from his
mother and directly before Ter, stood
Jesse Grant and q. 8. Grant, Jr., and
near the corner of the cot, on the same
side as Jesse, and near to each, was Mr.
In. E. Dawson, the Generals stenOgraph'
er and confidential secretary. At the
foot Of the bed, and gazing directly down
in the Generals face. was Mrs. Col. Fred
NGrant, Mrs. U. S. Grant, Jr., and Mrs
Jesse Grant; while somewhat removed
sfrom the family circle. Henry, the nurse
and Harrison Tyrrel, the Generals body
servant, were respectively watching the
closing life of the patient. their master
aDr. Newman had repaired to the hotel to
breakfast, and was not present. The
5General's little grand children, q. S
aGrant, Jr., and Nellie, were sleeping the
$|sleep of children in the nursery room
zzlabove. Otherwise the entire family and
ahousehold were gathered at the bedside
sof the dying man.
A GRANTS LAST MOMENTS.
II The members of the group were not a
amoment sooner than prudent. The doc
dtors noted on entering the room and
Apassing to the bedside that already the
2purplish haze which is one of natures
signals of final dissolution had settled
beneath the finger nails. The hand that
SDr. Douglas lifted was fast growing
acolder than it had been through the
might. The pulse had flnttered beyond
1 the point where the physician could dis
dtinguish it from the pulse beats in his
jown finger tips. The respiration was
livery rapid and was a succession of shal>
low, painting inhalations; but, happily,
the approaching end was becoming clear
Of the rafting fullness of the throat and
lungs, and as the respirations grew
grew quicker and more rapid at the close,
they also became less labored and almost
noiseless. This fact was in its results a
comfort to the watchers by the bedside,
to whom it spared the scene of an agon'
lizing or other than a peaceful death.
The wife almost constantly stroked
! the face, forehead and hands of the dying
3General, and at times. as the passionate
jlongiug to prevent the event so near
would rise within her, Mrs. Grant press
] ed both his hands. and leaning forward,
5tenderly kissed the face of the sinking
Imam. Col. Fred Grant sat silently. but
2with evident feeling, though his bearing
swss that of soldierly sou at the death
lbed of hero father. U. S. Grant, Jr.,
was deeply moved. but Jesse bore the
scene steadily, and the ladies, while
<wstching with wet cheeks. were silent.
as belitted the dignity of life such as
was closing before them.
4 The morning had passed five minutes
beyond eight o'clock, and there was not