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Title: Buffalo medical journal
Year: 1902 (1900s)
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Subjects: Medicine
Publisher: Buffalo, N.Y. : (s.n.)
Contributing Library: The College of Physicians of Philadelphia Historical Medical Library
Digitizing Sponsor: The College of Physicians of Philadelphia and the National Endowment for the Humanities

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The Presidents heart is weak. There has been a collapse. Dr.Charles G. Stockton has been called in consultation. There isgfrave dang-er. Strong: heart stimulants are being: administered. The world stopped in its work,—a President lay dying. Latercame word that the relatives and Cabinet officials had been hur-riedly sent for; that couriers were searching- the wilderness ofthe woods for the Vice-president; that Dr. Johnston and Dr. Jane-way had been called from their homes in hot haste, to come toBuffalo to the bedside of the man on whom the eyes of the worldwere turned. The President does not respond to the stimulants. Unlessthere is a chang-e soon he cannot live. The doctors have notg-iven up all hope, but there is g^rave dang-er. The Presidenthas rallied somewhat, but is very weak. The President hassuffered another attack of heart failure. The doctors are admin-istering- oxygfen. The President is dying-. The doctors havegfiven up all hope and have stopped the oxyg-en. The President
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2l8 SPECIAL CONTRIBUTIONS. has said g-ood-by to his wife and death is rapidly approach-ing:. With tear dimmed eyes, the world awaited, low-bowed withsorrow for the woman, the patient and devoted wife, who hadclung: so confiding-ly to the husband who so tenderly watched herwhen she was battling- with the death which now had him in itsgfrasp. She had kissed the white lips; she was holding- the handwhich had been her protector and her g^uidance, and he had saidgfood-by. With a world of tenderness and with infinite love helooked at her. It was not a President who was dying-. It wasa husband bidding: a last farewell to a sorely crushed and heart-broken wife; whose last thoug-ht was to comfort her in her hourof g-reatest trial when he whispered: Gods will be done; not ours. Then a long- and weary wait. The Presidents eyes closedin unconsciousness and the soul-sick world awaited for the end.Slowly the minutes drag-g-ed along: and at midnig-ht the Presidentwas dying-. In the silent chamber th

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