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Show Boston Corbett. Corbett belogned to the Sixteenth New York Calvary, I think, and was a sergeant. After they had tracked Booth over the river and through the woods and fields for days, at length he was discovered in a barn. Corbett saw him in there at the moment the hay or straw took fire. The commanding officer commanded Booth to surrender. He was standing, as Corbett saw him through the cracks in the barn, on a pile of hay, leaning on his crutch, pale with loss of blood and from excess of hatred and revenge, Booth never knew what fear was. Cor-bett said he watched Booth like a hawk. He was standing there leaning on his crutch, with a had his back towards Boston Corbett. He was the impersonation of the assas-sin, and over there, when he determ ined to die did not for a moment forget his part in the tragedy he was noting. The fire was mounting up all around him, and the the wild light of the blazing barn grew ghastly pale, and he stood there leaning on his crutch, with carbine in hand. The demand for his surrender was re peated, and answered with the same suilon silence of contempt, scorn and defiance. Just then the soldiers were standing a few paces from each other all around the barn, every man with his PISTOL IN HIS HAND. SUDDENLY CORBETT saw Booth raise were going to shoot someone outside, when, quick as lightning, Corbett raised his pistol, shot at the presi-denticide, and the next moment he was lying on the hay from a wound in ex actly the same spot where he hit Lin coln. In the next second Booth was dragged out, stretched on the ground away from the burning barn - the next, he was dead. Corbett told me that Booth never spoke after he shot him; and that all this nonsense of his dying words - was mere clip- tray of aeusation-al writers, ' the moment the effloera saw tbut Booth wee deal they inquired for the l u l l fellow who had disobeyed orders; for it was their purpose to take him alive and hire a grand state trial, and all that, litter tbo manner ol the ({ rest historic English regicide trials in tbo time of . Tame* I I . Boston Oorbett had spoiled that apart, All eyes turned to Corbett, fur the eoldieis ou Lis aide of the barn pointed him oat si the guilty one, and I s was placed under armt, From that hour he never knew a moment's ponce. The pistol with which he killed Booth waa slolefl from him that night, but tha holster was lelt and hehad it at my house. His Bhare of the priaa was likewise stolon from him tlto day bo got it e Bry cent of it. * Viow tbo moment Ootbatt killed Booth bo was a doomed man. One disaster followed another. Ho wan treated with scorn b y bia ordoers and neglect by the ( government, and bis share of the reward ha lost. It never did lilm any good. lie was stopped on the road by cms ted men, s piatol pat to hie breast, and ha was required to dismount and surrender bis hard- earned money the very day he received it. He was stripped of his clotting no J every dollar he bad. This was on his way to Washington, The officers tbo re, wild with rage at bim lor depriving tbem of the pump and circumstances of leading Bouth in oeptiv alive, and parading bim through a long publio trial, of which theytbonid bo central tigorea felt liko per B e e p ting him further, but bet ter counsels pre Tailed, ood bo was re leased and permitted to retire from the service branded and disgraced. From that bonr to t b i J army ofllcors speak of Corbettwitb aontompt. 11a has bneu driven from, post to pillar. Ho preach es witb a pistol in ibis packet, After h a sitys his prayers he Ilea down at i night witb a loaded revolver under his pillow, Ua moans pitifully all hours ! of tha night, It almost soerueJ to me I my bouse nan bin 11 ted while he was ' there. Altboagli he waa a good mau, , u[ put and devout^ GbriBtian of ipotlens ! life, I dee lata I waa glad when ho was Igono, be WIIB so unbap'py. so nneasy, so strange. Tie is no lunatio, lie is no fool. Ho is 11 good man every way. But wherever bo goes be eays Nemesis pursues him, and tba troubled spirits of reran go will not let bim rest. Ua i in constant fair of assassins, Threatening letters follow him every. whero. I saw one dated " bell," and if ncd " Booth," and saying, " You will soon be here." a nob letters reached Mni. evoryda/, IU gotseveral wliilo be waa here, lie is never In so obscure a town where they da not tlnd him, conUiniag all manner of threats. He complained bitterly and justly ol this neglect witb which the govern ment treated bim. It gave him no pension, it gave biai no oCioe. lie is a poor man, n hatter by trade. lie never married. The last I heard ol him he waa in Philadelphia, when with characteristic daring, be rescued a young girl out of the bonds of villians in a lonesome alley. It was like him. He was BO poor ha bad to raise m c e y here to pay bis way back to rhiLde'pbia. Let no one suppose that it wasiemorsa that made i l i a unhappy, Not a bit of i t . Lie ia proud that he killed Booth. Nor let anyone suppose that it is regret; for lie told me tbo L i r d told bin to do it, and the Lord directed tbo shot. Ha believed tbut, even if logereoll cannot. Qeucral Hammond asked bim bow ia tbo world be happened to send t bo bullet to tbo same up'ot exactly to the tilting of a hair where the fatal bullet found the life ol Lincoln, " The Lend directed it," wa* the only answer, and be balieveil i t . T. iis i t all i n all, i t la the most wonderful story I ever heard from ho man lips. TPrivuto Da] sail. |