{"id":1584,"date":"2014-04-16T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-04-16T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nellaware.com\/blog\/?p=1584"},"modified":"2017-02-06T13:18:48","modified_gmt":"2017-02-06T18:18:48","slug":"abraham-lincolns-premonition-of-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nellaware.com\/blog\/abraham-lincolns-premonition-of-death.html","title":{"rendered":"Abraham Lincoln’s Premonition Of Death"},"content":{"rendered":"

Only three days before Abraham Lincoln’s visit to Ford’s Theatre on April 14, 1865 to see a performance of the play Our American Cousin,<\/em> he has a strange and eerie dream.<\/p>\n

Lincoln’s Dream Before His Assassination<\/h2>\n

Did Abraham Lincoln Have A Premonition Of His Death?<\/h3>\n

Abraham Lincoln told his wife Mary and a few close friends of an odd and frightening dream he’d had. According to Ward Hill Lamon, this is what Abraham Lincoln said of his dream:<\/p>\n

\"President<\/a>

President Abraham Lincoln<\/p><\/div>\n

“About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible. I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. I saw light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. ‘Who is dead in the White House?’ I demanded of one of the soldiers, ‘The President,’ was his answer; ‘he was killed by an assassin.’ Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which woke me from my dream. I slept no more that night; and although it was only a dream, I have been strangely annoyed by it ever since.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Our American Cousin<\/h2>\n

\"Assassination<\/a>

Assassination of President Lincoln<\/p><\/div>President Abraham Lincoln, Mary, and their guests Henry Rathbone and Clara Harris, were all enjoying the Our American Cousin<\/em> performance at Ford’s Theatre when assassin John Wilkes Booth slipped into the presidential box and fired a round ball shot from a single-shot derringer into the back of the president’s head. Lincoln died the following morning at 7:22.<\/p>\n

A President’s Premonition<\/h2>\n