The Iowa patriot. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1839-1839, 1839-08-22

lgroans, and words Of rage, and ha-.
tired, with fierce curses on yourself
| land me; and then laughter; such as it
| IS. of unnatural kind, that they will
make you start-jests on the dead,
that they will make you sick! You
will feei--no--vhy should yo,t feel
Iany more than your faithful journey
man? We shall go to our breakfasts
with good appetites, and firm con
victIon that every hanging bout chan
ges many sneaking piIterers into saw
ling robbers, fit for murder.
ga few years ago ] was called out
of town to hang little boy who had
been convicted of killing with NAL
ice afo,,sMoaght. If guilty, he must
/ have been in the habit of going to ex-
ecutions. Ten thousand came to dab
BILE in the poor young creatures
blood. That was the Youngest fell
How creature | ever handled in the
way of our business; and beautiful
|chIld he was too, as you have seen by
the papers, with a straight nose, large
blue eyes, and golden hair. ! have
no heart, no feeling; who has in our
calling? But those who came to see
me strangle that tender youngster
have hearts and feelings we once had.
Hare no had; for what they saw
was fit to make them as your servant
or his master.
They saw that STRIPPING lifted, faint
ing, on to the gallows; his smooth
|cheek of the color Of wood ashes
his little limbs trembling, and his bo-
som heaving sigh after sigh, as if the
body and soul were parting without
my help.
This was downright murder; for
there was scarcely any life to take
out Of him. When I began to pull
the cap over his baby face, he pressed
his small hands together, (his arms,
you know, were corded fast to his
body,) and he gave me a beseeching
look, just as calf will lick the butch
|er's hand. But cattle do not speak; !
the creature muttered, "Pray, sir,
don't hurt me-" "My DEAR answer
ed I, ''you should have spoken to my
master; I'm only the journeyman and
must do as Pm bid" This made him
cry, which seemed toreieve him, and
| do think | should have cried mvseIfI
if | had not heard shouts from the
crowd--"Poor lumb!-shame !--mur-
der!' "Quick," said the sheriff. "Rea-
dy," said |. The Reverend gentle
man gave me the wink-the drop fell
one kick--and he swayed to and
fro, dead as the feelings of the Chris
tian people OF England.
The crowd dispersed: some swear
ing, some weeping with passionate ex-
carnations; some swearing as if hell
had broke loose; and some laughing
while they crack BLACKBOARD jokes on
you and me and the parson and the
dangling corpse. They had come for
the sight: they would have come for
to see an angel murdered. They had
come to get drunk with strong excite
ment; they went back reeling and FL
thy with tile hot debauch. They had
come to riot in the passions of fear
and pity; they went back, some in Il
fever Of rage, some burning with hate,
some hardened in heart, like me, or
you: all sunk down in their own re-
spect, ready to make light of pain and
blood, corrupted by the indecent show
and more fit than ever to make work
for us--the judge and the hangman."
0 wise lawmakers! who think 70
soften the heart of the people--to
make them gen.le and good--to give
them q feeling of respect for them
selves and others, by showing them q
sight like this.
RED HAIR. "a tinpenny, only a
your honor" exclaimed a
sturdy beggar, at a stage-coach door
IN Ireland, to Scotchman with fiery
rlnglets, but who was quite insensible
to the appeal; A fppenny, your hon
oT; fppenny, or a penny, or a half
penny, phase ye." Finding the Scot
the beggar altered his
tone, and said, "WiIl your honor phase
to lend me a lock of your hair to light
ny pipe WITH
TURKISH JEST. One of his neigh
oors once went to Nessereddin, and
solicited the loan Of rope. The
Ahodjah went into his house, and af-
ter delay of several minutes return
ed, and told the borrower that the
,,ope was in use tying up flour. 'What
10 you mean?' said the neighbour. 5
show can arope be used to bind up
1our?' "A rope may be applied to
my USE replied the Khodjah' when
do not wish to lend it,
An lrishman observing dandy ia :