John Wilks Booth Essay, Research Paper
[Ad] John Wilks BOOTH [Click on thumbnail for larger view!] (1838-1865) [Click on thumbnail for larger view!] Chapter 2.[Image]The family patriarch, JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH, Sr.; b. May 1, 1796, in London,England; 6. pg387 He died of Fever Nov. 30, 1852, at the age of 57 years, onthe steamboat J. S. Chenoweth while returning home from a California tour;6. pg387 He made his London debut in 1813 (debut in 1815 as per 6. pg387and, with his portrayal of Richard III in 1817, became the chief rival ofthe celebrated EDMUND KEAN. He Married 1st, Date Unknown) in London, Englandto ADELAIDE DELANNOY; 6. pg387 b. Unknown; d. Unknown; Daughter of UnknownParents; They had One Son born to this First Union; 6. pg387 He Eloped toAmerica in 1821, with his Second Wife Miss MARY ANN HOLMES; [REF:#6. pg387b. Unknown; d. Unknown; Daughter of Unknown Parents; They hand Ten Childrenborn to this Second Union; In America he helped to promote the tradition oftragic acting on the American stage: * FIRST MARRIAGE: * 1st Son: RICHARD BOOTH, ; b. 1821 Eng * SECOND MARRIAGE: * 2nd Son: JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH, Jr.; b. 1821 Eng * 3rd Son: EDWIN THOMAS BOOTH; b. 1833 MD * 4th Son: JOHN WILKES BOOTH; b. 1838 MD * Seven Unknown Children.2nd Son: JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH, Jr., b. Dec. 22, 1821, d. Sept. 16, 1883, atthe age of 62 years, was the eldest of his ten children. Although himself anactor, JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH, Jr. had a more profitable career as a theatermanager notablt in California and New York.3rd Son: EDWIN THOMAS BOOTH, b. Nov. 13, 1833, on his father Maryland Farm;d. June 7, 1893, at the age of 59 years, carried on his father's traditionby becoming the finest internationally known American tragedian of the 19thcentury. He debuted with his father at the age of 16. In 1854 he touredAustralia with actress LAURA KEENE, and in 1861 he appeared in London,although without much success. This is probably because his acting style wasmore restrained and subtle than that to which audiences were accustomed.EDWIN THOMAS BOOTH also managed (1863-67) New York's Winter Garden Theater,acted a record 100 consecutive performances in the role of Hamlet, and builtNew York's BOOTH's Theater (still in use) after the Winter Garden burneddown. His career ebbed after his brother JOHN WILKES BOOTH assassinatedPresident ABRAHAM LINCOLN, but it revived again in the late 1800s. He helpedto found The Players Club in 1888, which is still located on New York'sGramercy Park.4th Son: JOHN WILKES BOOTH, born on his fathers farm near Bel Air, MD. May10, 1838; (born 26 Aug. 1838 as per 2., but 3. & 6. both list 10 May. ..prs)He was killed on Apr. 26, 1865, at the age of 26 years, 11 months and 16days, at RICHARD GARRET'S farm, near Boling Green, VA; He was also a notedShakespearean actor. Yet his wild and erratic behavior prevented him fromachieving genuine acclaim as an actor. His advocacy of slavery and supportof the Confederacy during the Civil War engendered a deep hatred in him forthe newly elected President ABRAHAM LINCOLN.JOHN WILKES BOOTH grew up there in Belair, Maryland as a wild young lad,handsome in appearance like all the BOOTHs, but, also like them, erratic andunpredictable. He began his career in the theater at an early age and wasearning more than $20,000 a year in his early 20's 3 pg vi. In 1861, JOHNWILKES BOOTH, age 23, was himself a popular actor. He sided with theConfederacy although his family generally supported the Union. JOHN WILKESBOOTH did not serve actively, but continued to perform in the North,possibly a Confederate secret agent spying for the South.He spent the winter of 1864 in Washington, D.C., hatching out a wild schemeto kidnap ABRAHAM LINCOLN alive and take him down to Richmond, Virginia.After General ROBERT E. LEE surrendered and Richmond was captured, hechanged his plans. He would kill LINCOLN, GRANT, Vice President JOHNSON, andSecretary of State SEWARD. To help him, he got together a weird band thatcould hardly have carried out a plan to rob a corner newsstand. The plot tokill GRANT and JOHNSON went astray. 3 pg vi.It was at Mrs. MARY E. (JENKINS) SURRATT, Boarding House on 541 H Street.(Today the house stands at 604 H Street...prs) that the plot to kidnap orassassinate ABRAHAM LINCOLN and all of the others by JOHN WILKES BOOTH andeight or nine other conspirators, four which were convicted and hanged.But their several attempts failed. Learning that the president was to attenda performance by LAURA KEENE in Our American Cousin at Washington, D.C.'sFord Theatre (Good Friday, Apr. 14, 1865), JOHN WILKES BOOTH and his bandhastily mapped out a plan to assassinate not only LINCOLN but also Vice-President Andrew Johnson and Secretary of State William H. Seward, hoping tothus promote the South's victory in the war.JOHN WILKES BOOTH entered the unguarded presidential box during the thirdact of the play, shot LINCOLN through the back of the head with a pistol,and then leaped down onto the stage, shouting "Sic semper tyrannis! TheSouth is avenged!" He managed to escape to a waiting horse through a rearalley despite a broken left leg.Assassination of LINCOLN Secretary Stanton's Official Announcement Thisevening at about 9:30 P. M., at Ford's Theater, the President, while sittingin his private box with Mrs. LINCOLN, Miss Harris, and Major Rathbone, wasshot by an assassin who suddenly entered the box and approached thePresident. The assassin then leapt upon the stage, brandished a large daggeror knife, and made his escape in the rear of the theater. The pistol-ballentered the back of the President's head and penetrated nearly through thehead. The wound is mortal. The President has been insensible ever since itwas inflicted and is now dying.About the same hour an assassin, whether the same or not, entered Mr.Seward's apartments, and under the pretense of having a prescription, wasshown to the Secretary's sick chamber. The assassin immediately rushed tothe bed, and inflicted two or three stabs on the throat and two on the face.It is hoped the wounds may not be mortal. My apprehension is that they willprove fatal. The nurse alarmed Mr. Frederick Seward, who was in an adjoiningroom, and hastened to the door of his father's room, when he met theassassin, who inflicted upon him one or more dangerous wounds. The recoveryof Frederick Seward is doubtful.It is not probable that the President will live throughout the night.General Grant and wife were advertised to be at the theater this evening,but he started for Burlington at six o'clock this evening. At a cabinetmeeting at which General Grant was present, the subject of the state of thecountry, and the prospect of a speedy peace was discust. The President wasvery cheerful and hopeful, and spoke very kindly of General Lee and othersof the Confederacy, and of the establishment of government in Virginia. Allthe members of the cabinet, except Mr. Seward, are now in attendance uponthe President.I have seen Mr. Seward, but he and Frederick are both unconscious. Edwin M.Stanton, Secretary of War. April 14, 1865. (Source: Dated 14 Apr. 1865;Great Epochs in American History, Vol.9 Pg.19-20)Secretary of War EDWARD McMASTERS STANTON (1814-1869), born at Steubenville,Ohio; Charged that JOHN WILKS BOOTH had acted on the orders of theConfederate leaders. The United States government issued a proclamationstating that JEFFERSON DAVIS and two other Confederate officials hadactually plotted the murder. Rewards were offered for their arrest. ManyNortherners agreed with a Washington newspaper, which said that JEFFERSONDAVIS had "guided the assassin's trigger and dagger... The tragedy- crackedplayer who did the deed... was no such criminal as the cold-bloodedpolitician who laid out the work." Later it became clear that JOHN WILKESBOOTH had acted on his own.The Assassination Of LINCOLN By: John George Nicolay and John Hay [NICOLAYand HAY, from whose "Abraham LINCOLN: A History," this account is taken, bypermission of the Century Company, were respectively Secretary and AssistantSecretary to President LINCOLN from the time he took office until his tragicdeath. Nicolay had been an Illinois newspaper editor, when he and LINCOLNformed a friendship. Hay, six years younger than Nicolay, studied law inLINCOLN's office at Springfield and accompanied the President-elect on hismemorable journey to Washington. Both these biographers were present at thedeath-bed of the "Great Emancipator," who is here eloquently characterizedas "the greatest man of his time, in the glory of the most stupendoussuccess in our history, the idolized chief of a nation already mighty, withillimitable vistas of grandeur to come . . . . on whom quick death was todescend -- the central figure, we believe, of the great, and good men of thecentury.]FROM the very beginning of his Presidency Mr. LINCOLN had been constantlysubject to the threats of his enemies and the warnings of his friends. Thethreats came in every form; his mail was infested with brutal and vulgarmenace, mostly anonymous, the proper expression of vile and cowardly minds.The warnings were not less numerous; the vaporings of village bullies, theextravagances of excited secessionist politicians, even the drolling ofpractical jokers, were faithfully reported to him by zealous or nervousfriends. Most of these communications received no notice. In cases wherethere seemed a ground for inquiry it was made, as carefully as possible, bythe President’s private secretary and by the War Department, but alwayswithout substantial result. Warnings that appeared to be most definite, whenthey came to be examined proved too vague and confused for furtherattention. The President was too intelligent not to know he was in somedanger. Madmen frequently made their way to the very door of the Executiveoffices and sometimes into Mr. LINCOLN’s presence. He had himself so sane amind, and a heart so kindly even to his enemies, that it was hard for him tobelieve in a political hatred so deadly as to lead to murder. He wouldsometimes laughingly say, “Our friends on the other side would make nothingby exchanging me for Hamlin,” the Vice- President having the reputation ofmore radical views than his chief.He knew indeed that incitements to murder him were not uncommon in theSouth. An advertisement had appeared in a paper of Selma, Alabama, inDecember, 1864, opening a subscription for funds to effect the assassinationof LINCOLN, Seward, and Johnson before the inauguration. There was more ofthis murderous spirit abroad than was suspected. A letter was found in theConfederate Archives from one Lieutenant Alston, who wrote to JeffersonDavis immediately after LINCOLN’s reelection offering to “rid his country ofsome of her deadliest enemies by striking at the very heart’s blood of thosewho seek to enchain her in slavery.” This shameless proposal was referred,by Mr. Davis’s direction, to the Secretary of War; and by Judge Campbell,Assistant Secretary of War, was sent to the Confederate Adjutant-Generalindorsed “for attention.” We can readily imagine what reception an officerwould have met with who should have laid before Mr. LINCOLN a scheme toassassinate Jefferson Davis. It was the uprightness and the kindliness ofhis own heart that made him slow to believe that any such ignoble fury couldfind a place in the hearts of men in their right minds. Although he freelydiscussed with the officials about him the possibilities of danger, healways considered them remote, as is the habit of men constitutionallybrave, and positively refused to torment himself with precautions for hisown safety. He would sum the matter up by saying that both friends andstrangers must have daily access to him in all manner of ways and places;his life was therefore in reach of any one, sane or mad, who was ready tomurder and be hanged for it; that he could not possibly guard against alldanger unless he were to shut himself up in an iron box, in which conditionhe could scarcely perform the duties of a President; by the hand of amurderer he could die only once; to go continually in fear would be to dieover and over. He therefore went in and out before the people, alwaysunarmed, generally unattended. He would receive hundreds of visitors in aday, his breast bare to pistol or knife. He would walk at midnight, with asingle secretary or alone, from the Executive Mansion to the War Department,and back. He would ride through the lonely roads of an uninhabited suburbfrom the White House to the Soldiers’ Home in the dusk of evening, andreturn to his work in the morning before the town was astir. He was greatlyannoyed when, late in the war, it was decided that there must be a guardstationed at the Executive Mansion, and that a squad of cavalry mustaccompany him on his daily ride; but he was always reasonable and yielded tothe best judgment of others.Four years of threats and boastings, of alarms that were not founded, and ofplots that came to nothing, thus passed away; but precisely at the time whenthe triumph of the nation over the long insurrection seemed assured, and afeeling of peace and security was diffused over the country, one of theconspiracies, not seemingly more important than the many abortive ones,ripened in the sudden heat of hatred and despair. A little band of malignantsecessionists, consisting of:JOHN WILKES BOOTH, an actor, of a famous family of players; LEWIS THORNTONPOWELL, alias LEWIS PAYNE; PAINE; Rev. WOOD, a disbanded rebel soldier fromFlorida; GEORGE T. ATZERODT, formerly a coachmaker, but more recently a spyand blockade runner of the Potomac; DAVID E. HEROLD, a young druggist’sclerk; SAMUEL B. ARNOLD, Maryland secessionists and Confederate soldier;MICHAEL O’LAUGHLIN, Maryland secessionists and Confederate soldier; and JOHNH. SURRATT, had their ordinary rendezvous at the house of Mrs. MARY E.(JENKINS) SURRATT, the widowed mother of the last named, formerly a woman ofsome property in Maryland, but reduced by reverses to keeping a smallboarding-house in Washington.JOHN WILKES BOOTH, was the leader of the little coterie. He was a young manof 26, strikingly handsome, with a pale olive face, dark eyes, and that easeand grace of manner which came to him of right from his theatricalancestors. He had played for several seasons with only indifferent success;his value as an actor lay rather in his romantic beauty of person than inany talent or industry he possessed. He was a fanatical secessionist; had
assisted at the capture and execution of John Brown, and had imbibed, atRichmond and other Southern cities where he had played, a furious spirit ofpartisanship against LINCOLN and the Union party. After the reelection ofMr. LINCOLN, which rang the knell of the insurrection, JOHN WILKES BOOTH,like many of the secessionists North and South, was stung to the quick bydisappointment. He visited Canada, consorted with the rebel emissariesthere, and at last — whether or not at their instigation cannot certainlybe said — conceived a scheme to capture the President and take him toRichmond. BOOTH spent a great part of the autumn and winter inducing a smallnumber of loose fish of secession sympathies to join him in this fantasticenterprise. He seemed always well supplied with money, and talked largely ofhis speculations in oil as a source of income; but his agent afterwardstestified that he never realized a dollar from that source; that hisinvestments, which were inconsiderable, were a total loss. The winter passedaway and nothing was accomplished.On the 4th of March, 1865 JOHN WILKES BOOTH, was at the Capitol and createda disturbance by trying to force his way through the line of policemen whoguarded the passage through which the President walked to the east front ofthe building. His intentions at this time are not known; he afterwards saidhe lost an excellent chance of killing the President that day. There areindications in the evidence given on the trial of the conspirators that theysuffered some great disappointment in their schemes in the latter part ofMarch, and a letter from SAMUEL ARNOLD to JOHN WILKES BOOTH, dated March 27,1865 showed that some of them had grown timid of the consequences of theircontemplated enterprise and were ready to give it up. ARNOLD advised BOOTH,before going further, “to go and see how it will be taken in R—-d.” Buttimid as they might be by nature, the whole group was so completely underthe ascendancy of BOOTH that they did not dare disobey him when in hispresence; and after the surrender of General Lee, in an access of malice andrage which was akin to madness, he called them together and assigned eachhis part in the new crime, the purpose of which had arisen suddenly in hismind out of the ruins of the abandoned abduction scheme. This plan was asbrief and simple as it was horrible. POWELL, alias PAYNE, the stalwart,brutal, simple- minded boy from Florida, was to murder Seward; ATZERODT, thecomic villain of the drama, was assigned to remove Andrew Johnson; BOOTHreserved for himself the most difficult and most conspicuous role of thetragedy; it was HEROLD’s duty to attend him as a page and aid in his escape.Minor parts were assigned to stage-carpenters and other hangers- on, whoprobably did not understand what it all meant. HEROLD, ATZERODT, and JOHN H.SURRATT had previously deposited at a tavern at Surrattsville, Maryland,owned by Mrs. MARY E. (JENKINS) SURRATT, but kept by a man named JOHN M.LLOYD, a quantity of ropes, carbines, ammunition and whisky, which were tobe used in the abduction scheme. On the 11th of April 1865 Mrs. MARY E.(JENKINS) SURRATT, being at the tavern, told LLOYD to have theshooting-irons in readiness, and on Friday, the 14th, 1865 again visited theplace and told him they would probably be called for that night.The preparations for the final blow were made with feverish haste; it wasonly about noon of the 14th April that BOOTH learned the President was to goto Ford’s Theater that night. It has always been a matter of surprise inEurope that he should have been at a place of amusement on Good Friday; butthe day was not kept sacred in America, except by the members of certainchurches. It was not, throughout the country, a day of religious observance.The President was fond of the theater; it was one of his few means ofrecreation. It was natural enough that, on this day of profound nationalthanksgiving, he should take advantage of a few hours’ relaxation to see acomedy. Besides, the town was thronged with soldiers and officers, all eagerto see him; it was represented to him that appearing occasionally in publicwould gratify many people whom he could not otherwise meet. Mrs. LINCOLN hadasked General and Mrs. Grant to accompany her; they had accepted, and theannouncement that they would be present was made as an advertisement in theevening papers; but they changed their minds and went north by an afternoontrain. Mrs. LINCOLN then invited in their stead Miss Harris and MajorRathbone, the daughter and the stepson of Senator Harris. The President’scarriage called for these young people, and the four went together to thetheater. The President had been detained by visitors, and the play had madesome progress when he arrived. When he appeared in his box the band struckup “Hail to the Chief,” the actors ceased playing, and the audience rose,cheering tumultuously; the President bowed in acknowledgment of thisgreeting and the play went on.From the moment BOOTH ascertained the President’s intention to attend thetheater in the evening his every action was alert and energetic. He and hisconfederates, HEROLD, JOHN H. SURRATT and ATZERODT, were seen on horsebackin every part of the city. He had a hurried conference with Mrs. MARY E.(JENKINS) SURRATT before she started for LLOYD’s tavern in Surrattville. Heintrusted to an actor named MATTHESW a carefully prepared statement of hisreasons for committing the murder which he charged him to give to thepublisher of the “National Intelligencer,” but which MATTHEWS, in the terrorand dismay of the night, burned without showing it to any one. BOOTH wasperfectly at home in Ford’s Theater, where he was greatly liked by all theemployees, without other reason than the sufficient one of his youth andgood looks. Either by himself or with the aid of his friends he arranged hiswhole plan of attack and escape during the afternoon. He counted uponaddress and audacity to gain access to the small passage behind thePresident’s box; once there, he guarded against interference by anarrangement of a wooden bar to be fastened by a simple mortise in the angleof the wall and the door by which he entered, so that the door could not beopened from without. He even provided for the contingency of not gainingentrance to the box by boring a hole in its door, through which he mighteither observe the occupants or take aim and shoot. He hired at a liverystable a small, fleet horse, which he showed with pride during the day tobar-keepers and loafers among his friends.The moon rose that night at ten o’clock. A few minutes before that hour hecalled one of the underlings of the theater to the back door and left himthere holding his horse. He then went to a saloon near by, took a drink ofbrandy, and, entering the theater, passed rapidly through the crowd in rearof the dress- circle and made his way to the passage leading to thePresident’s box. He showed a card to a servant in attendance and was allowedto pass in. He entered noiselessly, and, turning, fastened the door with thebar he had previously made ready, without disturbing any of the occupants ofthe box, between whom and himself there yet remained the slight partitionand the door through which he had bored the hole. Their eyes were fixed uponthe stage; the play was “Our American Cousin,” the original version by TomTaylor, before Sothern had made a new work of it by his elaboration of thepart of Dundreary. Not one, not even the comedian on the stage, could everremember the last words of the piece that were uttered that night — thelast Abraham LINCOLN heard upon earth. The whole performance remains in thememory of those who heard it a vague phantasmagoria, the actors the thinnestof specters. The awful tragedy in the box makes everything else seem paleand unreal. Here were five human beings in a narrow space — the greatestman of his time, in the glory of the most stupendous success in our history,the idolized chief of a nation already mighty, with illimitable vistas ofgrandeur to come; his beloved wife, proud and happy; a pair of betrothedlovers, with all the promise of felicity that youth, social position andwealth could give them; and this young actor, handsome as Endymion uponLatmos, the pet of his little world. The glitter of fame, happiness and easewas upon the entire group, but in an instant everything was to be changedwith the blinding swiftness of enchantment. Quick death was to come on thecentral figure of that company — the central figure, we believe, of thegreat and good men of the century. Over all the rest the blackest fateshovered menacingly — fates from which a mother might pray that kindly deathwould save her children in their infancy. One was to wander with the stainof murder on his soul, with the curses of a world upon his name, with aprice set upon his head, in frightful physical pain, till he died a dog’sdeath in a burning barn; the stricken wife was to pass the rest of her daysin melancholy and madness; of those two young lovers, one was to slay theother, and then end his life a raving maniac.The murderer seemed to himself to be taking part in a play. The fumes ofbrandy and partisan hate had for weeks kept his brain in a morbid state. Hefelt as if he were playing Brutus off the boards; he posed, expectingapplause. Holding a pistol in one hand and a knife in the other, he openedthe box door, put the pistol to the President’s head, and fired; droppingthe weapon, he took the knife in his right hand, and when Major Rathbonesprang to seize him he struck savagely at him. Major Rathbone received theblow on his left arm, suffering a wide and deep wound. BOOTH, rushingforward, then placed his left hand on the railing of the box and vaultedlightly over to the stage. It was a high leap, but nothing to such a trainedathlete. He was in the habit of introducing what actors call sensationalleaps in his plays. In “Macbeth,” where he met the weird sisters, he leapedfrom a rock twelve feet high. He would have got safely away but for his spurcatching in the folds of the Union flag with which the front of the box wasdraped. He fell on the stage, the torn flag trailing on his spur, butinstantly rose as if he had received no hurt, though in fact the fall hadbroken his leg, turned to the audience, brandishing his dripping knife andshouting the State motto of Virginia, “Sic semper tyrannis! The South isavenged!” and fled rapidly across the stage and out of sight. Major Rathbonehad shouted, “Stop him!” The cry went out, “He has shot the President!” Fromthe audience, at first stupid with surprise and afterwards wild withexcitement and horror, two or three men jumped upon the stage in pursuit ofthe flying assassin; but he ran through the familiar passages, leaped uponhis horse, which was in waiting in the alley behind, rewarded with a kickand a curse the call-boy who had held him, and rode rapidly away in thelight of the just risen moon.The President scarcely moved; his head drooped forward slightly, his eyesclosed. Major Rathbone, at first not regarding his own grievous hurt, rushedto the door of the box to summon aid. He found it barred, and on the outsidesome one was beating and clamoring for entrance. He opened the door; a youngofficer named Crawford entered; one or two army surgeons soon followed, whohastily examined the wound. It was at once seen to be mortal. It wasafterwards ascertained that a large derringer bullet had entered the back ofthe head on the left side, and, passing through the brain, had lodged justbehind the left eye. By direction of Rathbone and Crawford, the Presidentwas carried to a house across the street and laid upon a bed in a small roomat the rear of the hall, on the ground floor. Mrs. LINCOLN followed, halfdistracted, tenderly cared for by Miss Harris. Rathbone, exhausted by lossof blood, fainted, and was carried home. Messengers were sent for themembers of the Cabinet, for the Surgeon-General, for Dr. Stone, thePresident’s family physician; a crowd of people rushed instinctively to theWhite House and, bursting through the doors, shouted the dreadful news toRobert LINCOLN and Major Hay, who sat gossiping in an upper room. They randownstairs. Finding a carriage at the door, they entered it to go to TenthStreet. As they were driving away, a friend came up and told them that Mr.Seward and most of the Cabinet had been murdered. The news was all soimprobable that they could not help hoping it was all untrue. But when theygot to Tenth Street and found every thoroughfare blocked by the swiftlygathering thousands, agitated by tumultuous excitement, they were preparedfor the worst. . . .The President had been shot a few minutes past ten. The wound would havebrought instant death to most men, but his vital tenacity was extraordinary.He was, of course, unconscious from the first moment; but he breathed withslow and regular respiration throughout the night. As the dawn came, and thelamplight grew pale in the fresher beams, his pulse began to fail; but hisface even then was scarcely more haggard than those of the sorrowing groupof statesmen and generals around him. His automatic moaning, which hadcontinued through the night, ceased; a look of unspeakable peace came uponhis worn features. At twenty-two minutes after seven he died. Stanton brokethe silence by saying, “Now he belongs to the ages.” Dr. Gurley kneeled bythe bedside and prayed fervently. The widow came in from the adjoining roomsupported by her son and cast herself with loud outcry on the dead body.(Source: America, Vol.8, Pg.306) [John W. Booth]End of Chapter 2[Image] [BACK] The Conspirators Index Chap. F.Name L.Name b. d. Subject 01. Abraham Lincoln 1809-1865 Profile 02. John W. Booth 1838-1865 Profile 03. John W. Booth 1838-1865 Pursuit, Death & Burial 04. The Conspirators Trial of the Assassins 05. Samuel B. Arnold 1834-1906 Profile 06. George T. Atzerodt 1832-1865 Profile 07. David Herold 1844-1865 Profile 08. Samuel A. Mudd 1833-1933 Profile 09. Michael O’Laughlin 1840-1867 Profile 10. Lewis T. Powell 18??-1865 Profile 11. Edward “Ned” Spangler 18??-18?? Profile 12. Mary E. SURRATT 1817-1865 Profile (Jenkins) 12.1 Mary E. SURRATT 1817-1865 Genealogy FGS (Jenkins) 13. John H., Jr. SURRATT 1844-1916 Profile 13.1 John H., Jr. SURRATT 1844-1916 1870 Lecture 13.2 John H., Jr. SURRATT 1844-1916 Genealogy FGS End of 14. The Conspirators Nightmare for the Doomed! 15. The Conspirators Notes & Reference [Image] E-Mail: Paul R. Sarrett, Jr., Auburn CA.Text – Copyright 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 20000 Paul R. Sarrett, Jr.Created: Dec. 01, 1996; Revised: Feb. 25, 2000 [Ad]