The Assassination of Lego Lincoln

Just in time for Christmas there’s a new book out that tells the story of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination in a fun and creative way.  Instead of relying on boring old drawings and photographs, author Brendan Powel Smith recreates the assassination of Lincoln along with the successful and attempted assassinations of eleven other United States Presidents using his preferred medium: Legos.

Assassination Lego Book

His book, entitled, Assassination! The Brick Chronicle of Attempts on the Lives of Twelve US Presidents, is over 250 pages long and filled with over 400 hand crafted Lego recreations of Presidents under fire.

I discovered this book on Amazon last week and while my main focus is the Lincoln assassination, I do have a passing interest in the other attempts (successful and otherwise) on our heads of state.  I knew I had to buy it and check it out.  When I opened this book, I found myself both entertained by the imagery and surprised at the level of research that went into it.  As a “fun and silly” Lego book, you don’t really expect to find a bibliography in it.  But this book has one and for the Lincoln chapter it listed fifteen sources from Michael Kauffman’s American Brutus, to Asia Booth Clarke’s book about her brother, to General Hartranft’s letterbook about his supervision of the conspirators during their trial and execution.  The research on the book is solid and the scenes are hilariously and painstakingly laid out.

His chapter on the Lincoln assassination is 34 pages long and contains over sixty images.  Here is a sampling of the Lincoln pages:

Lego Sneaking Up

Lego The Shot

Lego Fighting Rathbone

Lego Powell vs Frederick

Lego Powell and Seward

Lego Atzerodt

Lego Booth in the Barn

Lego Execution

The chapters on the other Presidential assassination are equally well done and make this book a definite “buy” in my eyes.  The $20 price tag is worth it for just the Boston Corbett “surgery” scene that I can’t spoil for you here. So, if you want a funny and educational book about Presidential assassinations, check out: Assassination! The Brick Chronicle of Attempts on the Lives of Twelve US Presidents by Brendan Powell Smith

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Mudd Defeats Truman

In April of 1876, newspapers across the country ran small snippets declaring the recent election of Dr. Mudd to the Maryland State Senate:

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Some accounts, like the last one above, made a big error by reporting that John Wilkes Booth was killed in Dr. Mudd’s barn. A hilarious mistake in and of itself, but such a mistake does not qualify for the parody, “Dewey Defeats Truman” title of this post.  The biggest mistake of them all, and the reason for this post, is the fact that Dr. Samuel Mudd had not won any election at all.  He was not evening running for public office in 1876.  While a large number of newspapers printed the false story of the election of the Lincoln conspirator, very few ran the correction to it:

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As stated, the man who won re-election in 1876, was not Dr. Samuel A. Mudd but rather his cousin, Dr. George D. Mudd.  George Mudd served two terms in the Maryland Senate and was later elected to one term in the House of Delegates in 1890.

George Mudd

Dr. George Mudd’s name also comes into play in the story of Lincoln’s assassination.  It was to this cousin, Dr. George Mudd, that Dr. Samuel Mudd first told of two men, one of them with a broken leg, who had been at his house during the day of April 15th, 1865.  Dr. George Mudd later passed this information on to the Union troops in the area and also served as a character witness for his cousin at the trial of the conspirators.  A short biography of Dr. George D. Mudd’s political and personal exploits beyond his famous cousin can be read here.

Perhaps it was reading of his own election to the Maryland Senate that motivated Dr. Samuel Mudd to seek out political office.  The following year, in 1877, Dr. Sam Mudd did run for a position in the state government as a Democrat.  He and Samuel Cox, Jr. (another well known name in the Lincoln assassination story) ran as representatives for Charles County in the House of Delegates.   While Cox, Jr. won the election, Dr. Mudd was defeated by the popular Republican William D. Mitchell.

Cox and Mudd for Delegates

After “winning” an election he had taken no part in and losing the election he actually attempted to win, Dr. Samuel Mudd no longer tried his hand at state politics.  Six years later, in 1883, Dr. Samuel A. Mudd died at the age of 49.  His older cousin, Dr. George Mudd, outlived him, dying in 1899 at the age of 73.

References:
Dr. Samuel A. Mudd Research Site
The various newspaper articles come from GenealogyBank.com
Genealogy and Biography of Leading Families of the City of Baltimore and Baltimore County, Maryland

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Corporal Tanner’s Letter

James Tanner in 1889

James Tanner in 1889

As Abraham Lincoln lay dying at the Petersen boardinghouse, the investigation was already underway in the parlor.  Under the order of Secretary Stanton, witnesses were interviewed and their testimony taken.  Finding the process of taking their testimony down in longhand to be too time consuming, the call went out for someone who knew phonography (shorthand). It was discovered that a boarder at the house adjacent to the Petersen House had studied phonography.  His name was Corporal James Tanner.  Tanner had been seriously wounded at Bull Run when a fragment of shell ripped through his lower legs:

“The boys picked me up,” Tanner recalled, and, “laid me on a blanket – no stretcher being available – and twisted a musket in on each side and lifted me to their shoulders.  Neither of my legs had been entirely severed; my feet were hanging by shreds of flesh.  The blanket was short, and lying on it on my face, I looked under and saw my feet dangling by the skin as they hung off of the other end.  Some kind hearted soul gently lifted them and laid them on the edge of the blanket.”

In the field hospital, both of Tanner’s legs were amputated four inches below the knee.  Tanner was exceeding lucky to survive the recovery process for such a wound.  When he returned to civilian life, he was equipped with artificial legs and learned to walk again with the use of a cane to help steady himself.  He entered business school and studied shorthand.  On April 14th, 1865, Tanner was residing in Washington, D.C. working for the Ordinance Bureau of the War department.

Tanner took the testimony of six witnesses, Alfred Cloughly, Lt. A. M. S. Crawford, Harry Hawk, James C. Ferguson, Henry B. Philips, and Col. George V. Rutherford that fateful night.  Two days after the President’s death, Tanner wrote a letter to a friend in which he recounted his involvement that night.  That letter, which follows below, contains an interesting glimpse at the activities inside the Petersen House and the duties of Corporal Tanner:

Ordnance Office, War Department,

Washington, April 17, 1865.

Friend Walch:

Your very welcome letter was duly received by me and now I will steal a few minutes from my duties in the office to answer it.

Of course, you must know as much as I do about the terrible events which have happened in this city during the past few days. I have nothing else to write about so I will give you a few ideas about that, perhaps, which you have not yet got from the papers.

Last Friday night a friend invited me to attend the theatre with him, which I did. I would have preferred the play at Ford’s Theatre, where the President was shot, but my friend chose the play at Grover’s, which was ‘Aladdin, or the Wonderful Lamp.’ While sitting there witnessing the play about ten o’clock or rather a little after, the entrance door was thrown open and a man exclaimed, “President Lincoln is assassinated in his private box at Ford’s!” Instantly all was excitement and a terrible rush commenced and someone cried out, “Sit down, it is a ruse of the pickpockets.” The audience generally agreed to this, for the most of them sat down, and the play went on; soon, however, a gentleman came out from behind the scenes and informed us that the sad news was too true. We instantly dispersed.

On going out in the street we were horrified to learn that Mr. Seward had been attacked and severely injured while in bed at his house. Myself and friend went up to Willard’s, which is a short distance above Grover’s, to learn what we could, but could learn nothing there. The people were terribly excited. Ford’s Theatre is on Tenth St. between E and F. Grover’s is on the Avenue near Fourteenth St. and just below Willard’s; it is about four blocks up from Ford’s. My boarding house is right opposite Ford’s Theatre. We then got on the cars and went down to Tenth St. and up Tenth St. to Ford’s and to my boarding house. There was an immense throng there, very quiet yet very much excited; the street was crowded and I only got across on account of my boarding there. The President had been carried into the adjoining house to where I board; I went up to my room on the second floor and out on the balcony which nearly overhangs the door of Mr. Peterson’s house. Members of the cabinet, the chief justice, Generals Halleck, Meiggs, Augur and others were going in and out, all looking anxious and sorrow-stricken. By leaning over the railing I could learn from time to time of His Excellency’s condition, and soon learned that there was no hope of him. Soon they commenced taking testimony in the room adjoining where he lay, before Chief Justice Carter, and General Halleck called for a reporter: no one was on hand, but one of the head clerks in our office, who boarded there, knew I could write shorthand and he told the General so, and he bade him call me, so he came to the door and asked me to come down and report the testimony. I went down and the General passed me in, as the house was strictly guarded, of course. I went into a room between the rear room and the front room. Mrs. Lincoln was in the front room weeping as though her heart would break. In the back room lay His Excellency breathing hard, and with every breath a groan. In the room where I was, were Generals Halleck, Meiggs, Augur and others, all of the cabinet excepting Mr. Seward, Chief Justice Chase and Chief Justice Carter of the District of Columbia, Andrew Johnson and many other distinguished men. A solemn silence pervaded the whole throng; it was a terrible moment. Never in my life was I surrounded by half so impressive circumstances. Opposite me at the table where I sat writing- sat Secretary Stanton writing dispatches to General Dix and others, and giving orders for the guarding of Ford’s and the surrounding country. At the left of me was Judge Carter propounding the questions to the witnesses whose answers I was jotting down in Standard Phonography. I was so excited when I commenced that I am afraid that it did not much resemble Standard Phonography or any other kind, but I could read it readily afterward, so what was the difference? In fifteen minutes I had testimony enough down to hang Wilkes Booth, the assassin, higher than ever Haman hung. I was writing shorthand for about an hour and a half, when I commenced transcribing it. I thought I had been writing about two hours when I looked at the clock and it marked half past four A.M. I commenced writing about 12 M. I could not believe that it was so late, but my watch corroborated it. The surrounding circumstances had so engrossed my attention that I had not noticed the flight of time. In the front room Mrs. Lincoln was uttering the most heartbroken exclamations all the night long. As she passed through the hall back to the parlor after she had taken leave of the President for the last time, as she went by my door I heard her moan, “O, my God, and have I given my husband to die,” and I tell you I never heard so much agony in so few words. The President was still alive, but sinking fast. He had been utterly unconscious from the time the shot struck him and remained so until he breathed his last. At 6:45 Saturday morning I finished my notes and passed into the back room where the President lay; it was very evident that he could not last long. There was no crowd in the room, which was very small, but I approached quite near the bed on which so much greatness lay, fast losing its hold on this world. The head of the bed was toward the door; at the head stood Cap. Robert Lincoln weeping on the shoulder of Senator Sumner. General Halleck stood just behind Robert Lincoln and I stood just to the left of General Halleck and between him and General Meiggs. Secretary Stanton was there trying every way to be calm and yet he was very much moved. The utmost silence prevailed, broken only by the sound of strong men’s sobs. It was a solemn time, I assure you. The President breathed heavily until a few minutes before he breathed his last, then his breath came easily and he passed off very quietly.

As soon as he was dead Rev. Dr. Gurley, who has been the President’s pastor since his sojourn in this city, offered up a very impressive prayer. I grasped for my pencil which was in my pocket, as I wished to secure his words, but I was very much disappointed to find that my pencil had been broken in my’ pocket. I could have taken it very easily as he spoke very favorably for reporting. The friends dispersed, Mrs. Lincoln and family going to the White House, which she had left the night before to attend the theatre with him who never returned to it except in his coffin.

Secretary Stanton told me to take charge of the testimony I had taken, so I went up to my room and took a copy of it, as I wished to keep both my notes and the original copy which I had made while there in the house. They will ever be cherished monuments to me of the awful night and the circumstances with which I found myself so unexpectedly surrounded and which will not soon be forgotten.

Saturday night I took the copy I had made to the Secretary’s house, but as he was asleep I did not see him, so I left them with my card. I tell you, I would not regret the time and money I have spent on Phonography if it never brought me more than it did that night, for that brought me the privilege of standing by the deathbed of the most remarkable man of modern times and one who will live in the annals of his country as long as she continues to have a history.

Frank Leslie’s Illustrated will have a good picture of the building there made celebrated by this sad event on that evening. I saw the sketch made by the artist of the theatre, and it was very correct, indeed. He also sketched the inside of the room where the President died, also the outside of the building, as well as the adjoining buildings on both sides. You will see the house I board in has a balcony along the front of the two rooms on the second floor; I occupy both of those rooms.

Drawing of the Peterson house from Frank Leslie's  Illustrated Weekly 5/20/1865.  Corporal Tanner's room and balcony are visible on the building next door.

Drawing of the Peterson house from Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Weekly 5/20/1865. Corporal Tanner’s room and balcony are visible on the building next door.

You can imagine the feeling here by judging of the feeling in your own place, only it is the more horrifying from the fact that the President lived in our midst and was universally beloved by the People.

This morning there was published in the Chronicle the statement of one of the witnesses whom I reported, Mr. James B. Ferguson. You will doubtless see it in your papers as it is most important. I have an idea, which is gaining ground here, and that is that the assassin had assistance in the theatre, and that the President was invited there for the express purpose of assassinating him. The theatre is very strictly guarded now night and day.

Very truly your friend,

James Tanner.

References:
The Life of Abraham Lincoln by William Barton
While Lincoln Lay Dying by The Union League of Philadelphia

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Random Photos – Part 2

About a year ago, while waiting for a flight back home to Illinois, I posted an amalgamation of assassination related photos that happened to be on my phone. Well, I am currently sitting at the airport waiting to fly to Illinois for my best friend’s wedding. I figured I’d resurrect the idea and post another set of random images that I have on my phone. Enjoy!

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The plaque on the outside of the Petersen House.

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Thomas Jones’ former home of Huckleberry.

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An interior shot of Huckleberry. The door with the chair in front of it is the red, front door in the previous picture.

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The Surratt House and Tavern circa 1944.

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Edwin Booth had a copy of this photograph of his brother in his room at The Players.

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Rich Hill circa 1971 before the addition and porches were removed.

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Some schmuck next to Michael O’Laughlen’s headstone.

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An exhibit case in the Ford’s Theatre Museum circa 1949.

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CDV depicting the death of Booth in the Garrett’s barn.

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Assassination author Michael Kauffman (background) speaking in front of Thomas Jones’ Huckleberry for an upcoming episode of National Geographic’s Diggers.

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Samuel Cox of Charles County

Recently, I’ve been working on an article for the Surratt Courier about the history of Rich Hill.  Rich Hill was the home of Col. Samuel Cox and is located in modern day Bel Alton, Charles County, Maryland.  After leaving Dr. Mudd’s house on the evening of April 15th, 1865 and getting partially lost, John Wilkes Booth and David Herold commissioned the help of a local Charles County man named Oswell Swann to guide them to Rich Hill.  Col. Cox was a known Confederate sympathizer, and Booth and Herold knew they could rely on him for help.  The arrived at Rich Hill in the early morning of April 16th, and woke the house.  Cox listened to the men and their request for help but was unwilling to let them stay in his house for long.  He had his overseer guide the fugitives into a nearby pine thicket and sent his adopted son, Samuel Cox, Jr., to fetch Thomas Jones.  Jones cared for the men for the next five days before helping them cross the Potomac.

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In my article for the Courier, I have been recounting the history of the Rich Hill property and house.  While I have shared some interesting anecdotes about the house’s past owners, space precludes me from delving too much into their biographies.

When it comes to the history of Samuel Cox, the source I have been referencing the most is an article written by Norma L. Hurley in the October 1991 edition of The RecordThe Record is the newsletter of the Charles County Historical Society, a wonderful organization devoted to the preservation of history.  Ms. Hurley’s article about Samuel Cox is the best resource out there about this intriguing character in the Lincoln assassination story.

Samuel Cox

Samuel Cox

Click Here to read the excellent article, Samuel Cox of Charles County by Norma L. Hurley.

Also, keep your eyes peeled on the next few Surratt Couriers for my upcoming article about Rich Hill. As a sneak peek, here’s a floor plan I created to show what the interior of the house looks like today:

Rich Hill Floorplan 2013

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When Junius Took the Stage – Part 4

I’m in the midst of reading the book, Junius Brutus Booth: Theatrical Prometheus by Stephen M. Archer. One of the most fascinating things I’ve come across thus far is the drama that occurred when Junius Brutus Booth made his star debut in the theaters of London. In preparation for a post about the matter, I found myself with a wealth of material on the early theatrical life of Junius Brutus Booth. Instead of summarizing key points of Junius’ initial acting career, I decided to write a series of posts examining the humble acting beginnings of the man who would later father a theatrical dynasty, including the assassin of President Lincoln. What follows is a continuing part of a series of posts entitled, “When Junius Took the Stage”. Click here for Part 1, here for Part 2, and here for Part 3 of the series.

Part 4 – When Junius Took the Lead

Back home in London after a tour of the European continent, 19 year-old Junius Brutus Booth was still struggling to make his way.  Recently married and with a baby on the way, Junius needed to make a name for himself in his chosen theatrical profession.  Upon his return from the continent, Junius used the name of a patron he had met during his travels in order to gain an audience with the manager of the Covent Garden Theatre, Henry Harris.  Junius signed a five year contract with Harris, with a salary of two pounds a week for the first four years which would double on the fifth year.  Not willing or financially able to wait until the 1815-1816 theatrical season commenced in the fall, Junius spent the summer of 1815 in the country provinces.  He joined Thomas Trotter’s theatres in the costal cities of Brighton and nearby Worthing and was paid one pound ten shillings per week.

A portion of an 1830 map of England showing London, where Junius played at Covent Garden, and the costal cities of Worthing and Brighton, where Junius played at Thomas Trotter's theatres.

A portion of an 1830 map of England showing London, where Junius played at Covent Garden, and the costal cities of Worthing and Brighton, where Junius played at Thomas Trotter’s theatres.

Pregnant Adelaide joined her husband at Brighton but, by September the couple was back in London awaiting Junius’ debut at Covent Garden.  Junius was still merely a supernumerary, a supporting player.  While he was given a weekly salary regardless of whether he worked or not, his pay was not sufficient enough to even support him.  On October 5th, 1815, Junius had another mouth to feed with the birth of his daughter, Amelia Portia Adelaide Booth.  The only way to earn an adequate amount of money to support a family as an actor was to progress into a star.  In order to become a star, a supporting character had to be on stage as much as possible in order to gain supporters and beneficial reviews.  During the 1815 – 1816 season at Covent Garden, Junius’ work was hardly consistent, hindering his efforts to create a following of fans.  Over the nine month season at the Covent Garden, Booth acted only 18 times.  His most repeated role during this time was the part of Silvius, the sheepherder, in the play, As You Like It.  Little better than a walk on role, Booth played Silvius a total of 5 times that season.

At the end of the 1815-1816 season, it was very obvious to Booth that Harris and the Convent Garden Theatre were not going to give him the chances he needed to be a star.  During the summer months, Booth returned to the provinces of Worthing and Brighton playing at Thomas Trotter’s theatres there.  Trotter increased Booth’s salary from the previous summer, and now paid him two pounds two shillings per week.  This was an increase even over his normal pay from Covent Garden and, at Trotter’s theatres, Booth was able to act regularly and in more lucrative roles.  As the summer came to a close, Booth wisely decided to remain in the provinces for the 1816-1817 season.  As his acting ability grew, Junius began to assemble a modest group of supporters in the provinces.  On September 25th, 1816, Junius got the opportunity that all supernumeraries prayed for.  At his theatre at Brighton, Thomas Trotter announced that Edmund Kean, the leading actor in England, was to play Sir Giles Overreach in A New Way to Pay Old Debts.

Edmund Kean

Edmund Kean

A leading London star in the provinces was a sure way to pack the houses and people came out to witness Kean’s majesty. In a serendipitous twist, Kean never showed up.  Kean later stated that he had never agreed to any such performance at Trotter’s, though it is equally likely that an attack of brandy prevented him from making the journey.  Trotter quickly brought in Booth who had been performing at his Worthing theatre.  Junius played the role meant for Kean that night, and he pleasantly surprised the expecting audience.  As Dr. Archer states in his book, “the neophyte had risen to the occasion.”  This successful, break out performance by Junius Brutus Booth led Trotter to give him more substantial roles.  In time, this greater exposure allowed Booth to gain a following of fans.  Several of these fans turned out to be better than your run of the mill theatre goers.  Three rich and influential patrons banded together on Junius’ behalf.  They collectively paid a visit to Henry Harris back at the Covent Garden Theatre in London.  They convinced Harris to give Booth a trial night in the city where he would play the leading role.  His shot as a star on the London stages occurred on February 12th, 1817.

Junius’ star debut came at a crucial time for the young actor.  He and Adelaide had suffered the devastating death of their first child, Amelia.  Though her exact date of death is unknown, it is likely that the poor girl passed away sometime during Junius’ season in the provinces.  Mourning the loss of their daughter, a needed boost in Junius’ theatrical career was just what the small family needed.  Alas, when Junius arrived at Covent Garden to rehearse for his leading role, he was greeted with less than open arms.  His former cast mates jeered him stating, “Why, I declare! It’s little Silvius of last season, come to play Richard the Third, in opposition to the great Kean!” “I wonder, now, if the manager expects respectable actors to play secondary parts to him!”  In fairness, it was probably a slap in the face to the troupe of Covent Garden to play supporting roles to an amateur that had been among the lowest in their ranks a year before, even if the arrangement was for only one night.  One of the supporting actresses, a Sally Booth, requested that Junius might add an “e” to the end of his surname so that, upon his assumed failure that night, the audience would not mistakenly believe they two were related and therefore tarnish her reputation.  In turn, Junius made a snide remark about how Ms. Booth had been trying to change her own name through marriage with an equal amount of success as her acting ability.

Despite the negativity from his colleagues, Junius prepared for his best, and perhaps only, chance at stardom.  He chose Shakespeare’s Richard the Third as his play as it was one of his successful roles in the provinces.  This was Junius Brutus Booth’s chance to replicate the success of Edmund Kean.  Kean, himself, had come from the provinces as an unknown actor in 1814 and was now the most celebrated star in London with a following of devoted fans known as Keanites.

We can only imagine the amount of stress and trepidation Junius must have felt when the curtain rose on February 12th, 1817.

Junius Brutus Booth as Richard III

Junius Brutus Booth as Richard III

When the curtain fell at the conclusion of the play, Junius’ fate as an actor was set.  Here are some quotes from London theatre critics of “Mr. Booth’s” debut at Covent Garden:

“an exact copy or parody of Mr. Kean”

“a perpetual strut and an unwielding swagger”

“He stamps too often”

“[he] traverses more extent of the stage than any Actor we ever beheld”

“Though it may pass at Brighton for grand, gracious, and magnificent, even the lowest of the mob will laugh at [it] in London”

From these reviews, it would appear that Junius was practically booed from the stage.  However, the exact opposite was true.  Despite the complaints of some theatre critics and loyal Keanites, Booth closed Richard the Third with “rapturous and unanimous applause”.  Following Junius’ bows, another actor appeared onstage to announce the next evening’s performance, as was customary.  When the audience heard that tomorrow’s play, A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream, would not feature Junius Brutus Booth, they stood shouting chants of, “Richard the Third!  Booth as Richard!”  The shocked messenger actor retreated backstage and consulted the manager.  In face of the sudden and thunderous acclamation of Booth, the manager ceded to the audience’s wishes.  He announced that Booth would repeat his role and talent the following night.  As Dr. Archer expertly sums up in his book, “No new tragedian, fresh from the country, could ask for more.”

The next night, Junius received an almost identical demonstration of support.  At the conclusion of his second performance as Richard the Third the audience once again rose to their feet and demanded a third performance for the next night, Friday.  Though this time the manager refused, he did announce that Booth would return as Richard on Monday the 17th.  Junius had succeeded in establishing himself as an exciting, new tragedian and soon had his own following of fans named “Boothites”.

There is no doubt that Adelaide and Junius’ father, Richard, were incredibly relieved at Junius’ new found success.  However, in a city such as London, there can be only one reigning monarch of the stage.  A battle, the likes of which had never been seen before, was about to start between the rising upstart Junius Brutus Booth and the king of the London stages, Edmund Kean.  Which would come out the victor in their Shakespearian scuffle? Stay tuned for the next post in this series.

References:
Junius Brutus Booth: Theatrical Prometheus by Stephen Archer

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The Text of John Wilkes Booth’s Diary

Booth's Handwriting Page 1

Ti Amo

April 13 – 14 Friday the Ides
Until to day nothing was
ever thought of sacrificing to
our country’s wrongs. For six months
we had worked to capture. But our
cause being almost lost, something
decisive ^& great must be done. But its fail
ure was owing to others, who did not
strike for their country with a
heart. I struck boldly and not as
the papers say. I walked with a firm
step through a thousand of his friends
was stopped, but pushed on. A Col
was at his side. I shouted Sic semper
before I fired. In jumping broke my leg.
I passed all his pickets, rode sixty miles
that night with the bone of my leg
tearing the flesh at every jump.
I can never repent it, though we
hated to kill, Our Country owed
all her troubles to him, and
God simply made me the instrument
of his punishment. The country is not

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April 1865
what it was. This forced union is not
what I have loved.. I care not what
becomes of me” I have no desire
to out-live my country. This night
(before the deed), I wrote a long
article in which and left it for one of the
Editors of the national Intelligencer
In which I fully set forth our reasons
for our proceedings. He or the Govmt

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EDIT: On the animation above I incorrectly transcribed the letters underneath Sunday as “Ms” when it should be “M__ C__”. This likely stands for Machodoc Creek, the place where Mrs. Quesenberry’s house stood. The pair thought they entered Machodoc Creek as directed by Jones, but were actually in Gambo Creek.

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Friday 21
After being hunted like a dog
through swamps, woods, and last
night being chased by gun boats till
we I was forced to return wet cold
and starving. With every man’s hand
against me. I am here in despair. And
why. For doing what Brutus was
honored for. What made Tell a
Hero. And yet I for striking
down a greater tyrant than
they ever knew I’m looked
upon as a common cutthroat.
My action was purer than either
of theirs. One hoped to be great
himself. The other had not only
his country’s but his own wrongs
to avenge. I hoped for no gain.
I knew no private wrong. I
struck for * my country
and that alone. A country that
groaned beneath this tyranny
and prayed for this end and
yet now behold the cold hand
they extend to me. God cannot
pardon me if I have done
wrong. Yet I cannot see my
wrong except in serving a
degenerate people. The little

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the very little I left behind
to clear my name the
Govmt will not allow to be
printed. So ends all. For
my country I have given
up all that makes life
sweet and Holy brought
misery upon my family and
am sure there is no pardon
in the Heaven for me since
man condemns me so. I
have only heard of what
has been done (except what
I did myself) and it fills
me with horror. God try
and forgive me and bless
my mother. To night I
will once more try the river
with the intent to cross.
Though I have a greater desire
and almost a mind to return
to Washington And in a
measure clear my name
which I feel I can do. I
do not repent the blow
I struck. I may before
my God but not to man.

I think I have done well.
Though I am abandoned with
the curse of Cain upon me,
When if the world knew
my heart, that one blow would
have made me great. though
I did desire no greatness.
To night I try to escape
these blood hounds once
more. Who who can read
his fate. God’s will be done.
I have too great a soul
to die like a criminal. O May
he, May he spare me that
and let me die bravely.
I bless the entire world.
Have never hated or wronged
anyone. This last was not
a wrong. Unless God deems it
so. And its with him to
damn or bless me. And
for this brave boy with me
who often prays (yes before and
since) with a true and sincere
heart was it crime in him. if so
why can he pray the same
I do not wish to shed a
drop of blood but “I must
fight the course” Tis all that’s
left me.

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Michael O’Laughlen’s Forgotten Ability

I found this oil painting of conspirator Michael O’Laughlen today:
Laser Eyed O'Laughlen Painting Sadly, it has already sold for $126. It would have looked just lovely above our mantle, too…

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