Haunted History – Clara Harris and Henry Rathbone: Henryβs Descent to Madness
April 11, 1865: Washington DC socialite, Miss Clara Harris, was at the White House listening to President Abraham Lincoln address a mostly jubilant crowd. Just a few days before, Confederate General, Robert E. Lee, surrendered his Army of Northern Virginia to Union General, Ulysses S. Grant, at Appomattox Court House. This surrender marked the beginning of the end for the Confederacy and the long fought Civil War.
Clara gazed out at the throngs and caught sight of a handsome face in that mass. Celebrity stage actor and Southern Sympathizer, John Wilkes Booth, was in attendance with a friend. Booth, unimpressed, seethed to his friend, βNow, by God, Iβll put him through. This is the last speech he will ever make.β For Booth believed the Southβs misfortune was temporary, an irritating inconvenience that he and his conspirators would soon remedy.
Boothβs eyes wandered and caught a fleeting glimpse of a young woman staring at him. Being a famous actor, he was used to the attention and thought little of this forgettable girl. Clara, embarrassed at her foolishness, quickly disappeared from view. With flushed cheeks, Clara reminded herself that she was a respectable woman who only had eyes for her fiancΓ©, Major Henry Reed Rathbone.
It was now evening on Good Friday (April 14) and Henry beamed lovingly as his darling, Clara, twirled in her white satin dress. Her presence was his sanctuary from the flashbacks of war that haunted him. Nonetheless, tonight, those images had subsided. Tonight, he and his Clara would join the president and first lady at Fordβs Theater to watch Our American Cousin.
Henry caught Clara, drew her close, and gave her a kiss. βYou look beautiful, my love.β
Clara smiled with appreciation and then exclaimed, βOh, Henry! Weβll be the talk of the town! Weβll surely make the papers!β
Henry chuckled, but before he could respond, the Lincolnsβ carriage arrived to pick them up. Fordβs Theater was only a few minutes away, but they were still a tad late. Henry and Clara followed behind Lincoln and Mary Todd as they were quietly escorted to the Presidential box on the second level.
When the lead actress caught sight of Lincoln, she paused the performance in reverence. As if on cue, the orchestra began playing βHail to the Chief.β Touched, Lincoln waved at the boisterous audience to show his gratitude. Clara, delighted at the attention, whispered to Henry, βEveryone is looking at us!β The two were clearly enjoying the moment as they proceeded to the Presidential box.
Some time later, the play was in its third act. Lincoln leaned forward as the main actor yapped, βDonβt know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal β you sockdologizing old mantrap!β
The audience fell over in laughter and in that same moment, Henry heard a loud POP, similar to fireworks. Then, the smell of gunpowder filled the air as blue-gray smoke permeated the Presidential box like a thick fog.
Henryβs military instincts sensed danger. He quickly peered left to where the sound came from and through the hazy smoke locked eyes with John Wilkes Booth. Booth had fatally shot President Lincoln! The .44-calliber ball of his Deringer penetrated Lincolnβs head below his left ear and became trapped in his brain behind his right eye.
The Major was shocked by the anger and evil in Boothβs eyes. He had to apprehend the assassin! The two collided as Booth screeched, βFREEDOM!β A violent struggle ensued between the two men, but Booth successfully extricated himself from Rathboneβs clutch. He then raised his arm revealing a large dagger and immediately thrust the knife with all his might towards Rathboneβs chest. However, the Majorβs quick reflex parried the strike by raising his left arm in defense. The blade tore a long gash in his arm from his elbow to his shoulder, cutting so deep, it grazed the bone. Rathbone doubled over in pain as blood came gushing out.
Booth ran towards the front of the Presidential box. He glanced at Rathbone, who refused to give up and was in hot pursuit, before leaping to the stage. Rathbone grabbed at Boothβs clothes, but could not hold on. The tussle caused Boothβs foot to get tangled in the curtain or perhaps Old Glory herself before landing awkwardly on stage and breaking his left leg.
βSIC SEMPER TYRANNISβ Booth shouted!
The audience was dumbfounded. Some thought Boothβs stunt was part of the performance and cheered in delight. Others knew something was off. While the rest sat in paralyzed silence.
Henryβs booming voice beseeched the crowd: βSTOP THAT MAN!!!β
Booth smirked at Henry and then turned back to the captivated audience. He delivered his last line with devastating accuracy, βThe South is avenged!β before disappearing from view. Booth would be dead 12 days later.
The crowdβs trance was finally broken when Clara screamed, βThe President is shot!β
Henry survived that night, but barely. He bled profusely and even fainted at one point. Fortunately, Claraβs quick thinking saved Henryβs life when she used her handkerchief as a tourniquet and applied it to Henryβs laceration.
Clara looked at herself. When Henry was slashed, his blood squirted on her hands, her face, her hair, everywhere! Her beautiful white satin dress was stained with blood. And the screams from Mary Todd were still very much alive in her mind: βOh! My husbandβs blood, my dear husbandβs blood!β Unbeknownst to Mrs. Lincoln, the blood on Claraβs dress was actually Henryβs blood.
Interestingly, Clara never washed or destroyed the dress. Instead, she kept it in a closet at her familyβs summer cottage in Loudonville, NY. She was at the cottage on the one-year anniversary of Lincolnβs assassination.
That night, Clara was awakened by what sounded like laughter from a distance and the creaking of a rocking chair. Creakβ¦creakβ¦creakβ¦Clara focused her tired eyes on the rocking chair in her dark room. She could tell it was moving. When her eyes finally adjusted, she was astonished to see President Lincoln in her rocking chair. He was facing the closet where her blood-stained dress was hanging and rocking back and forth, laughing at some performance he was watching.
βMr. President?β she mumbled.
President Lincoln turned his head to look at her and then vanished at the stroke of Midnight. The rocking chair was still rocking.
Clara jumped out of bed and ran out of her room. She relayed the story to her family, but no one believed her. They all insinuated it was just a bad dream, but she knew it wasnβt. However, rather than get rid of the dress, Clara βburiedβ the dress by enclosing it in a brick tomb in her closet. In 1910, her eldest son removed the bricks, retrieved the dress, and burned it noting it had been a curse to his family.
Henry never forgave himself for failing to save the President. He re-lived the less than 30-second clip in his mind over and over again. Yet, the outcome was always the same, Lincoln died, Booth got away, and it was all his fault. It didnβt matter to him that he defended his country in countless grisly Civil War battles, when he had failed his country in the one battle that truly mattered. He was an abject failure. He should have died, not Lincoln. At least, thatβs what he told himself during periods when he felt especially hopeless.
Henry did have some happiness in his life. He finally married his sweetheart, Clara. She was still his sanctuary during dark moments. He could not imagine a life without his dear wife. Their love produced three children and they had many good days splitting their time between the U.S. and Europe.
However, Henryβs mental instability continued to worsen and on top of that, he suffered from a severe form of dyspepsia, a type of indigestion. And, Henry was still obsessed with the night Lincoln died. No matter the conversation, he would always steer talk back to that fateful night. It made family and friends uncomfortable. Itβs no wonder Henry could not find gainful employment or secure consular posts despite letters of recommendations from the likes of Generals Ambrose Burnside and William Sherman. So, the family lived mostly off his large inheritance.
Even Clara wasnβt immune to Henryβs paranoia anymore. There was a time when her love and gentleness could coax him off that mental ledge, but he was too far gone now. Henry was drinking too much, gambling, using drugs, and womanizing. He was prone to violent outbursts, depression, and delusions. He often accused Clara of taking the kids and leaving him. Yes, Clara had considered it, but ultimately loved Henry too much and wanted to keep her family together. Despite her reassurances, Henry was not convinced and would often be depressed at the thought of losing his family. Yet, he was also very envious of all the attention Clara gave their children.
The family was living in Hanover, Germany when Henry finally snapped in the early morning hours of December 23, 1883. He quietly rose out of bed and got dressed. He picked up his revolver and walked down the hallway to his childrenβs room. Claraβs sister, Louise, was the childrenβs nanny and was sleeping with them. Henry knocked on the door waking Louise from her slumber. He could hear her stir out of bed and walk towards the door.
βOpen the door, Louise, I want to see the children.β
Louise, feeling threatened, told Henry the children were still asleep.
Henry insisted, βOpen the door, Louise.β
So, she hesitantly cracked open the door, but Clara, hearing the commotion, arrived just in time to guide Henry back to their room. She told Louise to lock the door and protect the children. Louise did as instructed, fearful for all their lives.
Back in the master bedroom, Henry locked the door. Clara told him to put the gun down, but he refused telling her it was the only way for all of them to be together. It was the only way to make the voices in his head stop. Henry became incoherent. Clara pleaded, but her appeals were futile as she listened to the ramblings of a madmanβ¦
βYouβre going to leave me and take the childrenβ¦I couldnβt save himβ¦Why do you stay with such a cowardβ¦I love you, Claraβ¦I wonβt let you leave meβ¦Why couldnβt I stop himβ¦Clara, donβt leave meβ¦I love you, Claraβ¦β
Clara knew she was in danger, but her main concern was the safety of her children. So, she remained locked in the bedroom and let Henry continue his hysteria. Then, Henry stopped speaking and that truly scared her.
He now looked at her with so much rage in his eyes and that brought Clara back to that night at Fordβs Theater when John Wilkes Booth looked at her Henry with the same stare.
Clara screamed!
βNOOOOOOOO!!! OH, HENRY, LET ME LIVE!!!β
Henry ignored Claraβs pleas and shot his wife in the chest two times. She fell onto their bed awash in blood. As she lay dying, her eyes begged Henry to stop, but he wasnβt looking at her. He was so focused on the knife, the same way Booth was, as he plunged the knife into her heart. Yet, unlike himself, Clara did not have the same reflex or the strength to parry the strike. She died almost instantly.
Henry then pulled the knife out of her heart and stabbed himself five times in the chest in an attempted murder suicide.
Henry survived his suicide attempt, but had no recollection of murdering his wife. He told the police intruders were the culprit. He was arrested and declared insane. In lieu of a trial, Henry was committed to an insane asylum in Hildesheim, Germany where he lived out the remaining years of his life in a peaceful and comfortable setting, though his mind never found peace from his paranoia.
When Henry died in 1911, he was buried next to his beloved Clara in Engesohde Cemetery in Hanover, Germany. The couple lay side by side until 1952 when cemetery management reviewed their records and noticed payments were not made to keep their burial plot. So, their bodies were exhumed and relocated lower in their plot to make room for paying customers. Their headstones were discarded erasing any trace of them at that cemetery. It is a sad conclusion that even in death, Henry could not find eternal peace. Or perhaps, being erased and forgotten is exactly what Henry had always longed for since that fateful night at Fordβs Theater. What do you think?
And for those interested, I found video of a man who witnessed Lincoln’s assassination when he was a little boy.Β It’s an amazing clip and exemplifies how close we are to this period in American history!
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! π
Author’s Note: Last year, I stumbled upon a Youtube vid about Henry and Clara Rathbone. It was right up my alley with the paranormal piece, but it was also a compelling story of how trauma can affect the human psyche. By all accounts, Henry and Clara should have had that perfect life. They were in love and looked forward to being married and starting their life together. Then, John Wilkes Booth’s horrific action robbed them of that happiness. To me, when Booth assassinated Lincoln, he also killed everyone else in that box because all their lives ended tragically. Even Mary Todd went crazy and was temporarily admitted to an insane asylum. Although, there are tons of books written about the Lincoln assassination, Henry and Clara’s story has been mostly lost to time. There are only a handful of books written about them. Along with internet research, I read ‘Worst Seat in the House‘ by Caleb Jenner Stephens. I liked how well he researched their story, but I would have liked it better minus all the PTSD he was trying to prove. There is also a historical fiction novel called ‘Henry and Clara‘ by Thomas Mallon. I skimmed through parts of it for reference and plan to read the book in its entirety. Manhunt by James L. Swanson was a book of reference too (I haven’t read it completely yet). All three books had the same facts for the most part, but there were slight differences in telling the story. The authors took some artistic license as did I. This version is my interpretation while remaining close to the facts.
Lizzy’s Latest Note: Of course, I had to add a pair of heels to the mix. π This photo shoot is from the vault. It was taken in the fall of 2018! We were in another part of Antietam Battlefield enjoying the fall foliage. I decided to share this heel/outfit combo in honor of Henry Rathbone’s service. He was a Captain at that time and commanded Company C in defense of Middle Bridge, just up the river from Burnside Bridge (Lower Bridge). I don’t remember too much from this photo shoot other than the weather cooperated. My peep-toe booties are the Vince Camuto’s Addiena in olive grey and I still have this pair. Enjoy the pics! π
William
October 31, 2020 @ 3:09 pm
I wonder if there is a way to find Henry and Clara to mark the grave and give them lasting marking for peace.
Elizabeth H.
October 31, 2020 @ 11:35 pm
That would be a nice gesture, Bill. It’s definitely something to think about. Their story is so tragic. There just wasn’t the resources we have today to treat him. I’m sure if there were, perhaps their story would have turned out differently. Hope you’re having fun in Vegas! π
Joseph
October 31, 2020 @ 6:51 pm
Great story, Lizzy! Thank you!
Elizabeth H.
October 31, 2020 @ 11:29 pm
Thank you, Joseph! This story fascinated me when I first heard it and I couldn’t wait to share it here. Hope you’re having a nice weekend!
Greg
November 2, 2020 @ 12:40 pm
We should note that Henry and Clara left Ford’s Theater with Lincoln and were with him at Peterson House. Henry was bleeding profusely and no one save Clara attended to him despite the numerous doctors on hand. Apparently they were too busy picking their brains trying to figure out what to do for a dying Lincoln and not one of them could be bothered to help Henry. When Clara insisted one of them be pulled away to help Henry it was if the unthinkable had been asked. Later Henry was unfairly savaged for this “cowardice”. As if he was supposed to just bleed off and die as these idiot doctors grandstanded to attend the president who was beyond help.
Elizabeth H.
November 2, 2020 @ 6:45 pm
Thank you for adding more insight to their story, Dad. It was only after Henry fainted that one doctor suggested he go home. It’s no wonder Henry carried that guilt all his life. What I didn’t include in the story were all the whispers and stares he had to endure from a percentage of the public who blamed him for not saving Lincoln. But, how could he? Booth came with a firearm and a knife. Henry was already at a disadvantage. His life was doomed from that moment on.
Greg
November 3, 2020 @ 1:34 pm
Another interesting tidbit worth mentioning is that Henry and Clara weren’t originally supposed to be sitting with the Lincoln’s that evening. General and Mrs. U. S. Grant were supposed to have that honor, but the general was called away from Washington, DC earlier that day. Not so unusual given that the country was still very much at war despite Lee’s surrender.
One can only wonder how differently things would have turned out if Grant rather than Henry had been sitting with president. One thing is certain, it would have been much better for Henry and Clara.
Elizabeth H.
November 3, 2020 @ 9:54 pm
Yes, Dad. Thank you for adding that tidbit. It was another piece I left out of my post lest it become a dissertation. π The Grants actually had plans to visit their kids in NJ Easter weekend. They were supposed to leave Saturday, but the Grants decided to leave on an earlier train on Friday. This was probably at the insistence of his wife, Julie, who didn’t like Lincoln’s wife very much. Apparently, Mary Todd snapped at Julia in City Point, VA telling her, “I supposed you think you’ll get to the White House yourself, don’t you?” After that, their relationship was frosty at best. Henry and Clara were not even the next couple on the list Mary Todd had after the Grants backed out. Some of the other guests that declined were Schuyler Colfax (future VP of the US), their son Robert, and even Edwin Stanton (Secretary of War) and his wife (who didn’t like Mary Todd that much either). Henry and Clara finally received their invite at around 6PM that evening. Yes, history probably would have played out differently had Grant remained the guest instead of Henry and Clara.
Tori
November 2, 2020 @ 2:19 pm
Wow what an interesting story! I’ve never heard this before. I always wondered who was in the booth with them and never thought much about their story. So sad that this haunted Henry for his life and caused him to murder Clara. But, then again, I can’t imagine dealing with the guilt that the President of the United States was shot when you were right there, either.
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Elizabeth H.
November 2, 2020 @ 6:39 pm
Interesting indeed, Tori. I, too, never thought much about Henry and Clara’s story. Then, after listening to the Youtube vid about them, I couldn’t believe their story wasn’t more known. I can’t imagine the guilt either. It’s no wonder poor Henry snapped. Thank you for visiting and commenting, my friend!
jodie filogomo
November 6, 2020 @ 6:57 pm
Gosh, this was such a great story to read. I had never heard of this part of the story, and it is SO sad how the past can haunt us.
XOOX
Jodie
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PS. i Just love those heels Lizzy
Elizabeth H.
November 6, 2020 @ 7:03 pm
I’m so glad you enjoyed the read, Jodie! I was shocked to learn about Henry and Clara’s story. Who could have known their lives would end so tragically. And, so glad you like the heels, but of course you would. You’re a shoe lover like me. π
Kathrine Eldridge
November 7, 2020 @ 7:19 am
Thank you for this riveting read. What a story! You look is so chic! Loving the skirt and I adore those open toed booties,
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Elizabeth H.
November 7, 2020 @ 11:49 pm
You’re so welcome, Kathrine! Glad you enjoyed the read! And…so happy to know you like this outfit and booties! π
Joanna
November 7, 2020 @ 10:31 am
Fantastic details Lizzy and what a sad story in the end! Is there any evidence out there suggesting that Henry was schizophrenic? It is incredible what trauma can do and how long lasting the effects often are.
I love your simple outfit with a military vibe to it. The peep-toe booties are perfect with the ensemble!
Elizabeth H.
November 7, 2020 @ 11:48 pm
Thank you, Joanna! π I didn’t read anything about schizophrenia. I did see a lot of talk about PTSD, but I chose to leave all that out because we simply don’t know. It is incredible to see the lasting impact of emotional trauma. I’m so happy you like this look! It does have a bit of a military vibe to it…which is nice considering I’m on a battlefield. Lol!
Allie Mackin
November 7, 2020 @ 3:58 pm
wow that was quite the story I did not know this about Henry and Clara how sad. But love your outfit! I apologize for the delay in visiting your blog I lost my mom.
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Elizabeth H.
November 7, 2020 @ 11:42 pm
Oh my gosh, Allie! I’m sooooo sorry to hear this. I can’t even imagine what you must be going through. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers. Thank you for visiting and commenting. Their story is sad and I so wish it could have turned out differently. Big hugs to you and thank you! So glad you dig this look, my friend. π
Lovely
November 9, 2020 @ 1:16 am
Thanks for this interesting story! I love your look, especially those booties. Great color!
xoxo
Lovely
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Elizabeth H.
November 9, 2020 @ 7:54 pm
You’e welcome, Lovely! So glad you dig this look! π
Radi
November 9, 2020 @ 3:36 am
Some of this history is coming back to me as I learned it way back ago.
You look splendid Lizzy. Love your skirt and the pretty autumn colors behind you.
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Elizabeth H.
November 9, 2020 @ 7:53 pm
Thank you, Radi! I love this time of year. π Have a nice week!
Omaye
November 9, 2020 @ 9:54 am
This is such a great story. I love how history is made so simple that all can understand.
You look amazing! You have amazing style and obviously the best shoes on the internet. The comment you left on my last post was really amazing! Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.
Sending virtual hugs!
xxxxx
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Elizabeth H.
November 9, 2020 @ 7:52 pm
I’m so glad you enjoyed the read. Thank you, Omaye! You always have kind words. I’m so happy you liked my comment. I meant every word. π Hope you have a nice week!
Margot
November 9, 2020 @ 10:49 am
Such a crazy story.
I can’t believe she engraved her wedding dress and never washed it.
Thanks for sharing.
And I absolutely love your outfit here.
xx
Margot
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Elizabeth H.
November 9, 2020 @ 7:49 pm
It is, isn’t it? Thank you, Margot! Hope you are well. π
Jill
November 10, 2020 @ 8:10 am
What an interesting story! Love this chic look on you! Your booties are gorgeous!
Jill – Doused in Pink
Elizabeth H.
November 10, 2020 @ 7:36 pm
Thank you so much, Jill! π
Ashley
November 10, 2020 @ 11:25 am
Ooooh, I love a spooky tale! You tell it so well.
Loving this cargo skirt- the color and shape is so killer! Perfect with the bootie!
-Ashley
Le Stylo Rouge
Elizabeth H.
November 10, 2020 @ 7:36 pm
Thank you, Ashley! I love spooky tales too! π Yes! I love this color for fall!
Liza Wibisono
November 11, 2020 @ 7:32 am
Such an interesting story. And love your fabulous look.
xoxo
Liza
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Elizabeth H.
November 11, 2020 @ 4:56 pm
It is! Thank you for your nice comments, Liza. π
Natalia
November 11, 2020 @ 8:28 pm
I love learning about history with you! It is so interesting and passionating! And your outfits are always beautiful π
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Elizabeth H.
November 11, 2020 @ 10:32 pm
Your comment made me smile, Natalia! Thank you! It makes all my hard work worthwhile. :). Thank you for liking my outfit too! π