The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1889-12-12
JEFFERSON DAVIS DEAD!
But His Momory win Live while the
Southland Stands.

NEW ORLEANS, Dec. 6.-Jeferson
Davis closed his eyes in death at fifteen
minutes before l o'clock this morning,
surrounded by all his friends and relatives
who we're within call. From the begin.
ming of his fatal illness, Mr.. Davis had
insisted tbat;his case was quite hopeless,
though dread Of pain or fear of death
never appeared to take the slightest hold
upon his spirits, which were brave and
even buoyant from the beginning of the
attack. In vain did the doctor strive to
impress upon him that his health was
improving. He steadily insisted that
there " as no improvement, but
WITH CHRISTIAN RESIGNATION,
he was content to accept whatever Provi-
dence had in store for him. Only once
did he waver in his belief that his case
showed no improvement, and that was at
an early hour yesterday morning, when
he playfully remarked to Mr.. Payne: II
am afraid that that I shall be compelled
to agree with the doctors for once, and
admit that am but little BETTER"
All day long favorable symptoms con.
tinued, and late in the afternoon, as late
as 4 o'clock, Mrs. Davis sent such a
cheering message to Mrs. Stamps and Mr..
and Mrs. Farrar, that they decided for the
first time since Mr.. Davis has been taken
i'll to attend the French opera.
Ats o'clock last evening, without any
assignable cause, Mr.. Davis Was
SEIZED WITH A C0NdEST1vE CHILL,
which seemed to absolutely rush vitality
out of his already enfeebled body; 80
weak was Mr.. Davis that the violence of
the assault soon subsidized for lack of vi.
tality upon which to prey.
From that moment to the morning of
his death the history of his case was
"A GRADUAL SINKING.
At 7 o'clock Mrs. Davis administered
some medicine, but the ex.President de.
clined to receive the whole dose. She
urged upon him the necessity of taking
the remainder, but, putting it aside, he
whispered,
dPRAY EXCUSE ME-"
These were his last words. Gradually
he grew weaker and weaker, but never
for an instant seemed to lose consciousness.
Lying peacefully upon his bed and with.
out trace Of pain in his look, he remain
ed for hours. Silently clasping and ten
derly carregsing his wife's hand, with un-
daunted Christian spirit he awaited the
end.
From the moment of the dread assault
of the congestiye chill those gathered
around his bedside, who had been watch.
ing and noting with painful interest every
change of symptom for the past month,
and knew we'll that the dread messenger
VAS even at the door.
About 11.30 o'clock Associate Justice
Fenner went to the French Opera House
to call to Mr.. Davis's bedside Mr.. and
Mrs. Farrar and Mrs. Stamps. As soon
as the message reached them they hurried
to the bedside of the dying e1-President.
IN THE CHAMBEB OF DEATH.
By half: past II o'clock there were as.
sembled in the death chamber Mrs. Davis
Messrs. Chaille and Bickham, Associate
Justice and Mrs. Fenner, Mrs. Mamie
Smith, neice of the dying President, and
Mr.. and Mrs. E. q. Farrar. Finding
that MIR. Davis was breathing somewhat
heavily as ne lay upon his back, the
doctors assisted him to turn up on his
right side. With his cheek resting upon
his right hand, like a sleeping infant,
and with his left hand dropping across
his chest, he lay for some fifteen minutes
breathing softly but family. More and
more feeble became his respiration, till
they passed into silence, and then tho
watchers knew that the "silver cord had
been loosed and the golden bowl broken"
THE FATHER OF TEE CoNFEDERACY
had passed away "as calmly as to nights
repose, or flowers at set of sum-"
Despite the fact that the end had come
slowly and peacefully, and after she had
been face to face for hours with the dead
reality, the blow fell with crushing force
upon
THE AFFLICTED WIDOW.