Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-08-05
THE BROOKLYN naURDRns
urKRvIEW WITH JHs R1IsoNKR.
FURTHER DETAILS.


The Brooklyn Daily Freeman, Of which
paper Tucker, the murderer, was lately edi-
tor, thus speaks of this fisnd in human form:
Some fifteen or twenty years ago, he com.
msnced life Baptist minister-a man Of good
heart, powerful impulsss, and sxoeilent sbili-
ties. The temperance and 0ntt -sfarery &c.
citsment met him at the outset. He engaged
in them with all his strength, and was not a
little distinguished among the active agents
of those enterprises. Some ten years since, We
are informed, he connected himself with an
anti. sSacsry asscspsper ut Syracuse as its ed
itor Soon thereafter, his friends discovered
occasional evidences of his use of liquor-nev-
ertheaess, from his talents and address, be
maintained the confidence Of very many Of his
friends-continued to preach, though indie
pendent Of the Baptist connection, and was
appointed Clerk Of the Senate, which Office,
we believe, he held two or three years."
The Italics in the above are our own, and
were made for the exclusive benefit Of the ed
itor Of the New York Tribune. If, as the
Tribune alleges, the murder Of Loring is to be
attributed to tho workings Of the peculiar in
stitutions Of the South, the inference is legit
innate that tho Brooklyn butcheries are the
result of anti.slavery excitement, sprinkled
with cold water, as Goals are ,srrinkled to
make the flames fsrcer and brighter.
The reporter Of the New York Evening
Post thus describes an interview with the
murderer: SO
In the corner of tho cell vas tin pot Of
water, and Q piece Of bread, both Of which the
prisoner had slightIy partaken. On hearing
the voice of the Keeper, the prisoner suddenly
rose from the bed, and approaching the win
dow, asked, lin feeble voice but quite col
lected manner "who are you? what do you
want with met"
Reporter have come to see how you are
this morning.
,PrisonerSOh! am glad to see somebody,
but,I cannot be allowed to see any person.
Reporter-[O Observing that the prisoner had
terrible black eye, and contusions over the
face, in addition to which the front of his
shirt was covered with bloodl-How did you
get your face bruised 90 badly 3. n
Prisoner don't know, indeed; must have
been in disturbance somewhere Rather
excited What am / breught here for, do you
know? cannot imagine. have been told
ing earnestly.l Do tell me. are they alive?
Reporter know nothing about it, except
that your child has been cut by some person
Your wife know for certain is not dead
Prisoner becoming chssrfall-Thsuk God!
When did you see her?
Reporter Yesterday. This assurance ap
peared to calm the prisoner mind very much. ]
But what is that blood upon your shirt?
Prisoner-fSonewhat confused, and twisting
the shirt about Well, You see my finger is
cut and must have bled, also my face. Feel
ing the wounds thereon.
Reporter-Have you and your wife had seri
Gus family uuarrels together?
Prisoner-I don't wish to say anything
about that. -,
Reporter-How often have you been mar
ried
Prisoner-Ivery coollyI-Three times.
Reporter-Did You have any children by
your first wife?
Pris0ner-No.
Reporter-HoW many have you living?
Prisoner-Six +; four by my second wife, and
two by my present. Oh! am very uncom.
Portable here. You see have nothing now
but little bread and water. This morning
they gave me some weak coffee. have got q
pain in my bowels, and want some paregoric
| 1 wish you would get me some.
He was glad to hear that he had not killed
his wife, but said he had teen insane. 1.-The
prisoner again demanded to know why he had
been conveyed to prison. .,-. 49, .
The reporter gave no satisfactory answer
The prisoner then solicited the reporter to be
good enough to call at tho Office Of the Daily
Freeman, and ask his partner, Mr.. Thompson
| to send some papers to him.
Throughout tho foregoing dialogue the pris
| oner was perfectly calm. He is about Eve feet
eight inches in height, dark complexion, hazel
eyes, black short hair, and pretty stout He
| appears to be man of nervous temperament
and easily excited. His age is AZ. The coro
ner's inquest will be held on Monday morning
next, at the City Hall, Brooklyn, by Coroner
Ball, and the prisoners deposition will most
probably be taken in Jail.
The following tslegrsphic despatch from
Boston appears in the morning papers:
Graham, the murderer of Col. Loripg, al
the st. Nicholas Hotel in New York, obtained
considerable notoriety by his outrageous con.
duct in the streets of this city last week &