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were many violent secessionists there who would not submit.
Among them was a man named
Jackson, the proprietor of an inn called the
Marshall House.
The Confederate flag had been flying over his premises for many days, and had been plainly seen from the
President's House in
Washington.
1 it was still there, and
Ellsworth went in person to take it down.
When descending an upper staircase with it, he was shot by
Jackson, who was waiting for him in a dark passage, with a double-barreled gun, loaded with buckshot.
Ellsworth fell dead, and his murderer met the same fate an instant afterward, at the hands of
Francis E. Brownell, of
Troy, who, with six others, had accompanied his commander to the roof of tie
House.
He shot
Jackson through the head with a bullet, and pierced his body several times with his saberbayonet.
The scene at the foot
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of that staircase was now appalling.
Immediately after
Jackson was killed, a woman came rushing out of a room, and with frantic gestures, as she leaned over the body of the dead inn-keeper, she uttered the wildest cries of grief and despair.
She was the wife of
Jackson.
Ellsworth's body was borne in sadness to Washington by his sorrowing companions, and funeral services were performed in the East room of the white House, with President Lincoln as chief mourner.
It was then taken to New York, where it lay in state in the City Hall, and was afterward carried in imposing procession through the streets before being sent to
its final resting-place at
Mechanicsville, on the banks of the upper
Hudson.
Ellsworth was a very young and extremely handsome man, and was greatly beloved for his generosity, and admired for his bravery and patriotism.
His death produced great excitement throughout the country.
It was the first of