Harriet married Henry Edgar Davis ["Harry"] (15 Mar 1855 - 26 Mar 1927) on 17 Jan 1882.
"On Friday, June 3, 1938 at her residence, 1931 9th street northwest, Harriet Riddle Davis, widow of Henry E. Davis. Friends are invited to call at Gawler's, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue northwest. Services at St. John's Episcopal Church, 16th and H streets northwest on Monday, June 6 at 11 a.m. Interment Congressional Cemetery.
The Evening Star, 4 June 1938
Mrs. Davis Dies; D.C. Novelist
Father, Friend of Lincoln, Aided in Prosecution of J.H. Suratt
Mrs. Harriet Riddle Davis, 84, author, died yesterday at her home, 1931 Nineteenth street N.W. Death was due to a cerebral hemorrhage.
Born in Cleveland, Mrs. Davis had spent most of her life here. She was the widow of Henry E. Davis, at one time United States attorney for the District, and daughter of the late Albert Gallatin Riddle, Representative from Ohio during the early part of the Civil War.
Her father, a friend of President Lincoln, formerly was corporation counsel for the District and was retained by the State Department to aid in the prosecution of John H. Surratt after the latter's arrest in connection with the assassination of President Lincoln.
Wrote Nearly 30 Novels
Mrs. Davis had written nearly 30 novels and at one time was an associate editor of the Saturday Evening Post. She also had written a number of political articles under a pen name. She frequently had accompanied her father to the White House and talked to President Lincoln.
She was a member of the Washington Club, the Columbia Historical Society, the Literary Society and St. John's Episcopal Church, Sixteenth and H streets N.W.
Funeral Monday
Among survivors are a nephew, Albert Riddle Foster, San Diego, Calif.; a niece, Miss Alice Foster, and a grandniece, Mrs. John Turner Dawson, both of this city.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Monday in St. John's Episcopal Church. Burial will be in Congressional Cemetery. The body will rest at Gawler's funeral directors, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue N.W., until the time of the funeral.
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From "The Magazine of Notes and Queries," published by William Abbatt, Tarrytown, NY, 1922
ANNA WARD'S PRAYER: AN UNWRITTEN CHAPTER OF THE ASSASSINATION.
My father was Albert Gallatin Riddle, of the Western Reserve, Ohio. He came to Washington as the friend of, and at the same time with Mr. Lincoln. He became the confidential legal adviser to Mr. Stanton, and was engaged in the prosecution of John H. Surratt. Mr. Carrington was at that time U.S. District Attorney, and associated with him as special counsel was Edwards Pierrepont. Judge Fisher was the presiding Judge, and Mr. Riddle was made special Attorney-General, and got up all the testimony. At the time of the assassination, I was attending a Catholic institution in charge of the ''Sisters." I was known as the "little Yankee" a term of opprobrium, and treated accordingly by teacher, by priest, and pupils. My immediate teacher was Anna Ward. She came and went at various periods, all during the winter of 1864-65. It was on the morning of the surrender at Appomattox that she came to the school jaded and excited, and after locking the door, got us little children around her and made her, to me, never-forgettable prayer. She prayed for eight lost souls about to be sent into eternity. She prayed for a city about to be plunged into darkness. Meantime the guns around the city were booming out the surrender.—We were dismissed— I never went back to the school again.—When I got home I tried to tell my story of the prayer—no one would listen, and no one understood my fright. It was not till two years later, when John H. Surratt was captured and brought to trial, that my story was recalled, or had any meaning for anybody. The trial was over, the jury was out, and my father feeling much depressed and sure that Surratt would be acquitted, said in my hearing, "If we could only have got hold of Anna Ward and put her on the stand we might have forced the truth." At the name, I again felt all the old horror, and again repeated my story—It was too late.
Anna Ward was Mrs. Surratt's intimate friend, visited the house continually. She was a particular friend of John Surratt, knew Booth well, and was employed by them all as a go-between. She hired the room at the old Herndon house for Lewis Payne, the assassin, from which he stole out to stab Mr. Seward; all this was testified to, and fully brought out at the trial of Surratt, also her part in the famous telegram sent by Booth to Surratt was fully brought out. You can find all this, in full, in the "Record of the Trial of John H. Surratt."
All this is a mere skeleton of the story as it really happened. My family seemed inextricably mixed up with the happenings of that tragedy.—My sister was in the theatre and saw Booth jump to the stage. My father's law-partner, Joseph Stewart, was in a seat in the orchestra. He, too, saw Booth and sensed at once what he had done, and jumped to the stage and followed him, having him almost in his grasp as he mounted his horse. My husband, Henry E. Davis, that same night, as a little boy, watched Booth ride down the alley from the back of the theatre as he made his escape.
And no one who was in Washington that night will ever forget the "long-roll" that was beaten all night long from every sentry and outpost of the city.
HARRIET RIDDLE DAVIS
WASHINGTON
"On Friday, June 3, 1938 at her residence, 1931 9th street northwest, Harriet Riddle Davis, widow of Henry E. Davis. Friends are invited to call at Gawler's, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue northwest. Services at St. John's Episcopal Church, 16th and H streets northwest on Monday, June 6 at 11 a.m. Interment Congressional Cemetery.
The Evening Star, 4 June 1938
Mrs. Davis Dies; D.C. Novelist
Father, Friend of Lincoln, Aided in Prosecution of J.H. Suratt
Mrs. Harriet Riddle Davis, 84, author, died yesterday at her home, 1931 Nineteenth street N.W. Death was due to a cerebral hemorrhage.
Born in Cleveland, Mrs. Davis had spent most of her life here. She was the widow of Henry E. Davis, at one time United States attorney for the District, and daughter of the late Albert Gallatin Riddle, Representative from Ohio during the early part of the Civil War.
Her father, a friend of President Lincoln, formerly was corporation counsel for the District and was retained by the State Department to aid in the prosecution of John H. Surratt after the latter's arrest in connection with the assassination of President Lincoln.
Wrote Nearly 30 Novels
Mrs. Davis had written nearly 30 novels and at one time was an associate editor of the Saturday Evening Post. She also had written a number of political articles under a pen name. She frequently had accompanied her father to the White House and talked to President Lincoln.
She was a member of the Washington Club, the Columbia Historical Society, the Literary Society and St. John's Episcopal Church, Sixteenth and H streets N.W.
Funeral Monday
Among survivors are a nephew, Albert Riddle Foster, San Diego, Calif.; a niece, Miss Alice Foster, and a grandniece, Mrs. John Turner Dawson, both of this city.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Monday in St. John's Episcopal Church. Burial will be in Congressional Cemetery. The body will rest at Gawler's funeral directors, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue N.W., until the time of the funeral.
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From "The Magazine of Notes and Queries," published by William Abbatt, Tarrytown, NY, 1922
ANNA WARD'S PRAYER: AN UNWRITTEN CHAPTER OF THE ASSASSINATION.
My father was Albert Gallatin Riddle, of the Western Reserve, Ohio. He came to Washington as the friend of, and at the same time with Mr. Lincoln. He became the confidential legal adviser to Mr. Stanton, and was engaged in the prosecution of John H. Surratt. Mr. Carrington was at that time U.S. District Attorney, and associated with him as special counsel was Edwards Pierrepont. Judge Fisher was the presiding Judge, and Mr. Riddle was made special Attorney-General, and got up all the testimony. At the time of the assassination, I was attending a Catholic institution in charge of the ''Sisters." I was known as the "little Yankee" a term of opprobrium, and treated accordingly by teacher, by priest, and pupils. My immediate teacher was Anna Ward. She came and went at various periods, all during the winter of 1864-65. It was on the morning of the surrender at Appomattox that she came to the school jaded and excited, and after locking the door, got us little children around her and made her, to me, never-forgettable prayer. She prayed for eight lost souls about to be sent into eternity. She prayed for a city about to be plunged into darkness. Meantime the guns around the city were booming out the surrender.—We were dismissed— I never went back to the school again.—When I got home I tried to tell my story of the prayer—no one would listen, and no one understood my fright. It was not till two years later, when John H. Surratt was captured and brought to trial, that my story was recalled, or had any meaning for anybody. The trial was over, the jury was out, and my father feeling much depressed and sure that Surratt would be acquitted, said in my hearing, "If we could only have got hold of Anna Ward and put her on the stand we might have forced the truth." At the name, I again felt all the old horror, and again repeated my story—It was too late.
Anna Ward was Mrs. Surratt's intimate friend, visited the house continually. She was a particular friend of John Surratt, knew Booth well, and was employed by them all as a go-between. She hired the room at the old Herndon house for Lewis Payne, the assassin, from which he stole out to stab Mr. Seward; all this was testified to, and fully brought out at the trial of Surratt, also her part in the famous telegram sent by Booth to Surratt was fully brought out. You can find all this, in full, in the "Record of the Trial of John H. Surratt."
All this is a mere skeleton of the story as it really happened. My family seemed inextricably mixed up with the happenings of that tragedy.—My sister was in the theatre and saw Booth jump to the stage. My father's law-partner, Joseph Stewart, was in a seat in the orchestra. He, too, saw Booth and sensed at once what he had done, and jumped to the stage and followed him, having him almost in his grasp as he mounted his horse. My husband, Henry E. Davis, that same night, as a little boy, watched Booth ride down the alley from the back of the theatre as he made his escape.
And no one who was in Washington that night will ever forget the "long-roll" that was beaten all night long from every sentry and outpost of the city.
HARRIET RIDDLE DAVIS
WASHINGTON
Harriet married Henry Edgar Davis ["Harry"] (15 Mar 1855 - 26 Mar 1927) on 17 Jan 1882.
"On Friday, June 3, 1938 at her residence, 1931 9th street northwest, Harriet Riddle Davis, widow of Henry E. Davis. Friends are invited to call at Gawler's, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue northwest. Services at St. John's Episcopal Church, 16th and H streets northwest on Monday, June 6 at 11 a.m. Interment Congressional Cemetery.
The Evening Star, 4 June 1938
Mrs. Davis Dies; D.C. Novelist
Father, Friend of Lincoln, Aided in Prosecution of J.H. Suratt
Mrs. Harriet Riddle Davis, 84, author, died yesterday at her home, 1931 Nineteenth street N.W. Death was due to a cerebral hemorrhage.
Born in Cleveland, Mrs. Davis had spent most of her life here. She was the widow of Henry E. Davis, at one time United States attorney for the District, and daughter of the late Albert Gallatin Riddle, Representative from Ohio during the early part of the Civil War.
Her father, a friend of President Lincoln, formerly was corporation counsel for the District and was retained by the State Department to aid in the prosecution of John H. Surratt after the latter's arrest in connection with the assassination of President Lincoln.
Wrote Nearly 30 Novels
Mrs. Davis had written nearly 30 novels and at one time was an associate editor of the Saturday Evening Post. She also had written a number of political articles under a pen name. She frequently had accompanied her father to the White House and talked to President Lincoln.
She was a member of the Washington Club, the Columbia Historical Society, the Literary Society and St. John's Episcopal Church, Sixteenth and H streets N.W.
Funeral Monday
Among survivors are a nephew, Albert Riddle Foster, San Diego, Calif.; a niece, Miss Alice Foster, and a grandniece, Mrs. John Turner Dawson, both of this city.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Monday in St. John's Episcopal Church. Burial will be in Congressional Cemetery. The body will rest at Gawler's funeral directors, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue N.W., until the time of the funeral.
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From "The Magazine of Notes and Queries," published by William Abbatt, Tarrytown, NY, 1922
ANNA WARD'S PRAYER: AN UNWRITTEN CHAPTER OF THE ASSASSINATION.
My father was Albert Gallatin Riddle, of the Western Reserve, Ohio. He came to Washington as the friend of, and at the same time with Mr. Lincoln. He became the confidential legal adviser to Mr. Stanton, and was engaged in the prosecution of John H. Surratt. Mr. Carrington was at that time U.S. District Attorney, and associated with him as special counsel was Edwards Pierrepont. Judge Fisher was the presiding Judge, and Mr. Riddle was made special Attorney-General, and got up all the testimony. At the time of the assassination, I was attending a Catholic institution in charge of the ''Sisters." I was known as the "little Yankee" a term of opprobrium, and treated accordingly by teacher, by priest, and pupils. My immediate teacher was Anna Ward. She came and went at various periods, all during the winter of 1864-65. It was on the morning of the surrender at Appomattox that she came to the school jaded and excited, and after locking the door, got us little children around her and made her, to me, never-forgettable prayer. She prayed for eight lost souls about to be sent into eternity. She prayed for a city about to be plunged into darkness. Meantime the guns around the city were booming out the surrender.—We were dismissed— I never went back to the school again.—When I got home I tried to tell my story of the prayer—no one would listen, and no one understood my fright. It was not till two years later, when John H. Surratt was captured and brought to trial, that my story was recalled, or had any meaning for anybody. The trial was over, the jury was out, and my father feeling much depressed and sure that Surratt would be acquitted, said in my hearing, "If we could only have got hold of Anna Ward and put her on the stand we might have forced the truth." At the name, I again felt all the old horror, and again repeated my story—It was too late.
Anna Ward was Mrs. Surratt's intimate friend, visited the house continually. She was a particular friend of John Surratt, knew Booth well, and was employed by them all as a go-between. She hired the room at the old Herndon house for Lewis Payne, the assassin, from which he stole out to stab Mr. Seward; all this was testified to, and fully brought out at the trial of Surratt, also her part in the famous telegram sent by Booth to Surratt was fully brought out. You can find all this, in full, in the "Record of the Trial of John H. Surratt."
All this is a mere skeleton of the story as it really happened. My family seemed inextricably mixed up with the happenings of that tragedy.—My sister was in the theatre and saw Booth jump to the stage. My father's law-partner, Joseph Stewart, was in a seat in the orchestra. He, too, saw Booth and sensed at once what he had done, and jumped to the stage and followed him, having him almost in his grasp as he mounted his horse. My husband, Henry E. Davis, that same night, as a little boy, watched Booth ride down the alley from the back of the theatre as he made his escape.
And no one who was in Washington that night will ever forget the "long-roll" that was beaten all night long from every sentry and outpost of the city.
HARRIET RIDDLE DAVIS
WASHINGTON
"On Friday, June 3, 1938 at her residence, 1931 9th street northwest, Harriet Riddle Davis, widow of Henry E. Davis. Friends are invited to call at Gawler's, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue northwest. Services at St. John's Episcopal Church, 16th and H streets northwest on Monday, June 6 at 11 a.m. Interment Congressional Cemetery.
The Evening Star, 4 June 1938
Mrs. Davis Dies; D.C. Novelist
Father, Friend of Lincoln, Aided in Prosecution of J.H. Suratt
Mrs. Harriet Riddle Davis, 84, author, died yesterday at her home, 1931 Nineteenth street N.W. Death was due to a cerebral hemorrhage.
Born in Cleveland, Mrs. Davis had spent most of her life here. She was the widow of Henry E. Davis, at one time United States attorney for the District, and daughter of the late Albert Gallatin Riddle, Representative from Ohio during the early part of the Civil War.
Her father, a friend of President Lincoln, formerly was corporation counsel for the District and was retained by the State Department to aid in the prosecution of John H. Surratt after the latter's arrest in connection with the assassination of President Lincoln.
Wrote Nearly 30 Novels
Mrs. Davis had written nearly 30 novels and at one time was an associate editor of the Saturday Evening Post. She also had written a number of political articles under a pen name. She frequently had accompanied her father to the White House and talked to President Lincoln.
She was a member of the Washington Club, the Columbia Historical Society, the Literary Society and St. John's Episcopal Church, Sixteenth and H streets N.W.
Funeral Monday
Among survivors are a nephew, Albert Riddle Foster, San Diego, Calif.; a niece, Miss Alice Foster, and a grandniece, Mrs. John Turner Dawson, both of this city.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Monday in St. John's Episcopal Church. Burial will be in Congressional Cemetery. The body will rest at Gawler's funeral directors, 1756 Pennsylvania avenue N.W., until the time of the funeral.
_____
From "The Magazine of Notes and Queries," published by William Abbatt, Tarrytown, NY, 1922
ANNA WARD'S PRAYER: AN UNWRITTEN CHAPTER OF THE ASSASSINATION.
My father was Albert Gallatin Riddle, of the Western Reserve, Ohio. He came to Washington as the friend of, and at the same time with Mr. Lincoln. He became the confidential legal adviser to Mr. Stanton, and was engaged in the prosecution of John H. Surratt. Mr. Carrington was at that time U.S. District Attorney, and associated with him as special counsel was Edwards Pierrepont. Judge Fisher was the presiding Judge, and Mr. Riddle was made special Attorney-General, and got up all the testimony. At the time of the assassination, I was attending a Catholic institution in charge of the ''Sisters." I was known as the "little Yankee" a term of opprobrium, and treated accordingly by teacher, by priest, and pupils. My immediate teacher was Anna Ward. She came and went at various periods, all during the winter of 1864-65. It was on the morning of the surrender at Appomattox that she came to the school jaded and excited, and after locking the door, got us little children around her and made her, to me, never-forgettable prayer. She prayed for eight lost souls about to be sent into eternity. She prayed for a city about to be plunged into darkness. Meantime the guns around the city were booming out the surrender.—We were dismissed— I never went back to the school again.—When I got home I tried to tell my story of the prayer—no one would listen, and no one understood my fright. It was not till two years later, when John H. Surratt was captured and brought to trial, that my story was recalled, or had any meaning for anybody. The trial was over, the jury was out, and my father feeling much depressed and sure that Surratt would be acquitted, said in my hearing, "If we could only have got hold of Anna Ward and put her on the stand we might have forced the truth." At the name, I again felt all the old horror, and again repeated my story—It was too late.
Anna Ward was Mrs. Surratt's intimate friend, visited the house continually. She was a particular friend of John Surratt, knew Booth well, and was employed by them all as a go-between. She hired the room at the old Herndon house for Lewis Payne, the assassin, from which he stole out to stab Mr. Seward; all this was testified to, and fully brought out at the trial of Surratt, also her part in the famous telegram sent by Booth to Surratt was fully brought out. You can find all this, in full, in the "Record of the Trial of John H. Surratt."
All this is a mere skeleton of the story as it really happened. My family seemed inextricably mixed up with the happenings of that tragedy.—My sister was in the theatre and saw Booth jump to the stage. My father's law-partner, Joseph Stewart, was in a seat in the orchestra. He, too, saw Booth and sensed at once what he had done, and jumped to the stage and followed him, having him almost in his grasp as he mounted his horse. My husband, Henry E. Davis, that same night, as a little boy, watched Booth ride down the alley from the back of the theatre as he made his escape.
And no one who was in Washington that night will ever forget the "long-roll" that was beaten all night long from every sentry and outpost of the city.
HARRIET RIDDLE DAVIS
WASHINGTON
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