The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-04-27
5Oth "A ANNIVERSARY OF BIJRIAL OF BOOTH,
 LINCOLN'S ASSASSIN

Half a century ago today the body
 of the misguided actor, J. Wilkes Booth, the assassin of LineolEs was
 consigned to it's last -esting plaee-
 burial Of Kooth,s who was shot and
 killed by Sergt- Boston Corbet on April 2S, 1865. The disposal of the remains was entrusted to Col. I4afay- cite e. Baker of the United States
 secret ser vice. On the night of April
 2zrh Baker and his eou sin, Lieut.. l4-
 B, Baker, placed the body in 2 row k4n1oat and carried it away. soI its dis posal Col Baker, afterward head Of
 the secret service. wrote:
 'eVV1Cn the assistance of L.eut- l. B. Baker, I took the body from the ad5oininE the arsenal groem ds- The building had not heen used as pFi- son for some yeara preyio usly, The ordnance department had filled the ground fseor cells with ammunition I One Of the largest of these cells WAS The am q1s1nition WAS removed, 2 large atone I1ftad from it's place and a rude grave dugs the body dropped in, the grave filled up, the stone replaced, and there resSs to this hour all that
 remained of John Wilkes Booth
 At the lime the public was not ac- auaInted with the place of Booth s l burial and it was ruuored that he had been buried in many different | spots A Washington newspaper of l the day following the burial had this l Hast uig1lt.s the 27th Of April, a small row boat received the carcass oi the murderer; two men were in it;
 they carried the body off in the l darkness ana out of that darkness lit will never return: in the darkness l like this great crime may 1t remain l forever; impassable, invisible, noll- ] descript, condemned ta that worse I than da9nna1i ami hilatfoll- The 4 river Eo4tpm may oOze about 1t, lan- en with great shot and Growni.lg man. l aeIes The earth may have opened ! to give lt that silence and forgive ness which man will never give its l memory. Taaa fishes may swim l around it or the daisies grow white I above it; but we shall never know, | Mysterious, incompre!1ensfb1e. unat- I taanable, like the dim times throtgf l which we live, we think upon it as II we only dreamed in perturbed fever; 1 the assassin of a natl ion's head re- 1 mains somewhere in the elements I and that is all; but if the indignant I seas or the profaned turf shall ever
 vonatt this corpee from their recessas1 T and it receives Christian burial from I some one who does not recognize it I let the last words those decaying lips ever uttered be carved ahoveN them
 with a dagger, to tell the history or 2 l young and once promising life,
 i ssJseIess. useless" were the las1 1 words which issued from the lips o1 l Booth, as, Tnortally woundeAs he laA I dying. It is likely that he referret
 to his own nisspent life. rather thar sI to the great crime he had committed q
 When Booth fled after killing Lin; ] coin the whole force of secret servtet I rnen and hundreds of cavalry scout: I began the search for the fleeing as
 sassin. At last he was found hidfns I in a barn, but he refused to leave hi I refuge. He was armed. and when ht l took airns at one of the soldiers sur rounding the building. which had beer
 set on fire, Sergt- Boston Corbet drew
 his big cavalry revolver and firet
 through a crack of the barn. Tn,
 bullet inflicted fatal wound. ant
 the dying actor was dragged out 9
 the flaming building Little wa. , known of Boston Eorbet, the slaJel
 of Booth. He afterward became in l sane and was lodged in a. Kansas asy
 Iun. but escaped, and was never af
 terward heard of