A vivid account of the death-bed scene, together with particulars of the attacks upon Secretary Seward and his son Frederick a half-hour later than the attack upon the President, is furnished in the contemporaneous record of Secretary Welles, a singularly cool observer and clear narrator.  “I had retired to bed about half-past ten on the evening of the 14th of April,” writes Mr. Welles, “and was just getting asleep when Mrs. Welles, my wife, said some one was at our door....  I arose at once and raised a window, when my messenger, James Smith, called to me that Mr. Lincoln, the President, had been shot; and said Secretary Seward and his son, Assistant Secretary Frederick Seward, were assassinated....  I immediately dressed myself, and, against the earnest remonstrance and appeals of my wife, went directly to Mr. Seward’s, whose residence was on the east side of the square, mine being on the north....  Entering the house, I found the lower hall and office full of persons, and among them most of the foreign legations, all anxiously inquiring what truth there was in the horrible rumors afloat....  At the head of the first stairs I met the elder Mrs. Seward, who was scarcely able to speak, but desired me to proceed up to Mr. Seward’s room....  As I entered, I met Miss Fanny Seward, with whom I exchanged a single word, and proceeded to the foot of the bed.  Dr. Verdi, and, I think, two others, were there.  The bed was saturated with blood.  The Secretary was lying on his back, the upper part of his head covered by a cloth, which extended down over his eyes.  His mouth was open, the lower jaw dropping down.  I exchanged a few whispered words with Dr. Verdi.  Secretary Stanton, who came after but almost simultaneously with me, made inquiries in a louder tone till admonished by a word from one of the physicians.  We almost immediately withdrew and went into the adjoining front room, where lay Frederick Seward.  His eyes were open, but he did not move them, nor a limb, nor did he speak.  Doctor White, who was in attendance, told me he was unconscious and more dangerously injured than his father....  As we descended the stairs, I asked Stanton what he had heard in regard to the President that was reliable.  He said the President was shot at Ford’s Theatre, that he had seen a man who was present and witnessed the occurrence.  I said I would go immediately to the White House.  Stanton told me the President was not there but was at the theatre.  ‘Then,’ said I, ‘let us go immediately there.’ ...  The President had been carried across the street from the theatre, to the house of a Mr. Peterson.  We entered by ascending a flight of steps above the basement and passing through a long hall to the rear, where the President lay extended on a bed, breathing heavily.  Several surgeons were present, at least six, I should think more.  Among them I was glad to observe Dr. Hall, who, however, soon left.  I inquired of Dr. H., as I entered, the true condition of the President.  He replied the President was