Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-10-24
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WHOLE NO. So.

'Canse if it means that nobody should
do to nobydy what nobody would like 10
have done to themselves, why does anybo-
dy keep me locked up here! Why did The
Judge say was to be-you know, Mister!'
That was for doing wrong, nv boy $
that was for your first want of Christian
love. You wereno Christian when YOU
stole The horse, said the ordinary. Had,
the horse been yours. you would have felt
"ronged and injured had it been stolen
from you! You see that, Ell. my boy?'
Didn't think O. that said st. Giles
gloomily. But | didn't steal it: twas all
along O. Tom Blast; and now he's got off;
and I'm here in the Jug. You don't call
that justice. no how, do you! But don't
care; they may do what they like with me;
I'll be game
mo, my dear boy, you must know bet
Ter; you must indeed-you must give all
your thoughts TO prayer, and -
Its o no use, Mister; tell you never
was learn: to pray, aud don't know how
to 60 about it. More than that, I feel
somehow ashamed TO it. And besides,
Tor all yer talk, Mister, and you talk very
kind tome, must say, can't feel like
Christian, as you call it--for can't see
why Christians should want to kill me, If
Christians are such good people as you
talk about
But, then, my poor boy said the ordi
nary, though young, you must remember
you're an old sinner. You've done much
wickedness.'
I never done nothing but what l was
taught; and if you say-and Bob there's
been reading it TO me-that the true Chris
tian forgves every body-well then, i'll
course, the Judge and all the nobs are no
Christians, else wouldn't they forgive me!
Wouldn't they like it so, to teach me bet
ter. and not to kill me But don't mind;
Til be game; see il don't be game-pre-
cious =
The ordinary, with perplexed look,
sighed deeply. The sad condition Of the
boy, the horrid death awaiting him, the
natural shrewdness with which he COM
bated the arguments employed for his con-
veriion, affected the worthy clergym man be-
] vond all past experience. Miserable lit
! tie wretch = he thought, 1T will be the
worst Of murders, if he dies thus And
then, again, he essayed to soften the child
] felon, who seemed determined 10 stand at
] issue with his spiritual counsellor; 10 re-
i Io huf ~ tI,o roll fn Ho.
, fly him. Il would he his ambition, his
e glory-if he must die-to die game. He
= had heard the praises bestowed upon such
f a death-had known the contemptuous
, Jeering flung upon the repentant craven
: and he would be the theme Of eulogy in
t Hog Lane-he would not be laughed,
b snecred at, for dying dunghill.' And this
: temper so grew and strengthened in ST.
:, Giles, that, at length, the ordinary, wea-
e ried and hopeless, left his forlorn charge,
J. promising soon to return, and hoping, in
his own words, to find the prisoner 8 a
? kinder, better, and more Christian boy
> It's no use your reading that stuff 10
j. me- said ST. Giles, as the turnkey was
= about TO resume his book; i don't under.
J. stand nothin' Of it and it's too late to
rt learn. But, say, can't you tell us some
thin Of Turpin and Jack Sheppard, eh
10 Something prime, 10 give us pluck =
s Come, come answered the man. Sits
no use going on in this way. You mus
t. be quiet and listen 70 me; It's all for your
K good, tell you; all for your good
u My good! Well that's pretty CANNON
N that is. I should like TO know what can BIZ
ID for my good I'm to be hanged! Ha ha
ell See III don't kick my shoes off, that's all.
at And St. Giles would not listen; but sat OF
N the stool, swinging his legs backwards ant
is forwards, and singing one OF the melodies
le known in Hog Lane-poor wretch II hal
d been cradle melody TO him-whlst TIN
turnkey vainly endeayored TO sooth ant
- interest him. At length the man discon
o. tinued his hopeless task; and. in sheer list
Is lessness, leaning his back against the wall
re fell asleep. And now ST. Giles was LEI
> alone. And now, relieved Of importuni
is ty. did he forego the bravado that had sup
m ported him and solemnly think of his ap
preaching emo! Did he, with none othe
ST but the eye of God in that stone cell. upoi
Id him--did he shrink and wither beneath thu
- look; and. on Bonded knees, with openet
I'd heart. and flowing. repentant tears, did h
II, pray for Heavens compassion-God'
$, sweet mercy! No. Vet thoughts deep
h. anxious thoughts were breoding in hi
g. heart. His face grew older with media
~ tation that Swallowed it. All his being
seemed compressed, intesiifed in one idea
~ Gloomily, yet with whe,ted-eyes. be look
rs ed around his cell; anc SUI ua'Asf s''u udi