The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1848-04-05

ing upon the wall, that had been drawn by
former prisoners; and put my hand to my
own pulse, and it was so low that 1 could
hardly count it. could not feel-though 1
tried to make myself feel it-that was going
to die. In the midst of this, heard the
chimes of the chapel clock begin to strike;
and I thought-Lord take pity on me,a wretch!
it could not be three-quarters after seven
yet The clock went over the three quarters;
it chimes the fourth quarter, and struck
eight. They were in my cell before per-
ceived them. They found me in the place,
and in the posture, as they had left me,
"What have further to tell will lie in a
very small compass my recollections are very
minute up to this point, but not at all SO close
as to what occurred afterwards. I scarcely
recollect very clearly how got from my cell
to the press-room. think two little wither-
ed men, dressed in black, supported me. l
know tried to rise when I saw the master
and his people come into my dungeon; but 1
could not.
elm the press-room were two miserable
wretches that were to suffer with me they
were bound with their arms behind them, and
their hands together; and were lying upon a
bench, hard by, until 1 was ready. A mea
gre-looking old man, with thin white hair,
who was reading to one of them, came up,
and said something-'That we would embrace
Il did not distinctly hear what it was,
"The great difficulty that 1 had was to keep
from falling I had thought that these mo-
ments would have been all fury and horror,
but felt nothing of this; but only weak
ness, as though my heart-and the very floor
on which stood-was sinking under me. I
could just make motion, that the old white
haired man should leave me and some one
interfered and sent him away. The pinioning
of my hands and arms was then finished and
heard an officer whisper to the chaplain that
'all was ready AS we passed out, one of the
men in black held glass of water to my lips /;
but could not swallow.
"This was the last moment-but one-of
full perception, that had in life. remem-
OCl our OtSlilHiil " luOFc tuIOuSu
the long arched passages which led from the
prcss-room to the scaffold. 1 saw the lamps
that were still burning, for the daylight never
entered there s; l heard the quick tolling of
the bell, and the deep voice of the chaplain,
reading as he walked before us:
al am the resurrection and the life, saith
the Lord; he that beleveth in me, though he
were dead, shall live. And though after my
worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh
shall see God =
4" 1t was the funeral service-the order for
the grave-the office for those that were sense
less and dead-over us, the quick an the liv-
ing.
"I felt once more-and saw I felt the
transition from these dim, close. hot lamp
lighted subrerraneons passages, to the open
platform, and steps at the foot of the scaffold,
and to-day, saw the immense crowd black
ching the whole area of the street below me.
The windows of the shops and houses oppo-
site, to}the fourth story, choked with gazers.
7 saw St. Sepuichre's church, through the
yellow fog in the distance; had heard the
pealing of its bell. I recollect the cloudy,
misty morning. the wet that lay upon the
scaffold the huge dark mass of buildings, the
prison itself, that rose beside. and seemed to
cast shadow over us--the bold, fresh breeze
that, as l emerged from it, broke upon my
face. see it all now-the whole horrible
landscape is before ME. The scaffold-the
rain-the faces of the multitude-the people
clnging to the house tops-the smoke that
beat heavily downwards from the chimneys-