The true Democrat., 1855-08-28

 the neatly kept room 1 could not bring my mind to think that this young creature, full of health, with nerves so delicately strung, would in less than ten days, lie an inanimate clod, and that, too, by the hand of violence. She had talked with me so candidly, often with such a child-like simplicity, laughing even over some bygone experience and then weeping like a poor, i'll treated child, that 1 vcnturad to say as much to her.
 "Yes," she replied "a week from next Fri day my soul will be with God; I want to die; l am sick of this cold, wicked world, where cannot trust anybody Oh! l have found peo- pie cruel; they have made me wicked when my heart was good. He gave me drugs, and went mad, more than once went mad. Oh! long to go home to God.''
 could not look harshly and coldly upon the poor weeping Magdalen. 1 took her little pale hand in mine and wept with her. As yet she talked perfectly sane. She seemed like a very eXcltable woman, but not in the least like an insane one.
 One thing was noticeable in my interview- She was reclining upon the bed, and I sat also upon the side of it. Her plain white dress, or robe rather, was fastened at throat and wrist, thus concealing her whole person, while large dark blue veil was thrown over her head, hid
 
 gentle or religious, whenever her own conscious ness was in the ascendant, her fingers moved uneasily about her neck. She would pull the collar away from her throat and swallow. This was very touching.
 But l have come to see you and to help save you from the final penalty, and in that case you would be willing to live"
 "No, no, 1 want to go home to my God; I am prepared for death now. The mode is noth- ing to me now that l am at peace with God.- lie is more mercltul than men. He will for give me and allow my death to atone for my evil life. No, want to die, and long for the day to come. My dress is all ready-very de- cent it is. 1 shall be carried out her fingers were touching the side of her neck and die No one will see my face. 1 shall be very still. and my Savior lifting her eyes will pity me- The Sisters promise me that I shall not be seen. They will bury me away where I shall not be taken up. They have promised to stay with me and receive my body; and all this is better than to live and perhaps lead wicked life again, and then die unprepared and forsak- en of God Oh, no, dear, do not try to save me-
 Surely tho weakest heart - the wickedest heart that ever beat in woman'S bosOm-has a spot over which an angel might rejoice; a dim, solitary chamber which m ght be swept and garnshed, and made an altar place for the good Father
 "But if you go to prison or hospital and preserve this frame of mind, you can do good to others you can teach the ignorant, and comfort the suffering, and take care of the sick and dying.'
 | "I don't llnow--I don't know; it is better for me to die; l might live thirty years in d prison; death seems bctter'
 l looked at her 1.-the, active make, and could easily divine that Imprisonment would be the greater penalty. l then told her the melan- cholly story of Margaret Divine, whom 1 be- lcvc to be entirely innocent of the crime for which she is convicted to twenty years of soli tary confinement in the Newark, New Jersey penitentiary. \ child of fifteen losing the best years of her life in prison, while hardened, rnllianly villains are par!oncd out. This girl, So youug, so gentle, so hopeless, wcarying out her life m the prison of foreign land, affects me greatly; and Mrs. Robinson listened and wcpt and shuddcred at the recital.
 "What pity" she exclaimed, "they did not convict her''
 "Tho public would not allow of her exccu- tion'
 But they will let me dic?"
 shook my head
 They will, they must. Oh am so sick of the world. Look here, please, my poor hus- band, and - do not know where am-thev know nothing of all this. My father and mother are both dead; I have concealed my family name; while live people are curious to know about me-when 1 am dead all will die with me. 1 have promised my brother to be very still; to die without betraying any thing, and when 1 am gone 1 shall cease to worry and distress my family. Here am shut out from the world, 0f no use in it, sick of it. Oh, let me go home to my God.'
 There was manly courage and good sense in this torlorn desire for death. tshows, also, that the fear of it may be overcome in many ways.
 of you are executed, you will be the last woman who will endure the penalty in our country. It will raise a storm of indignant protest which will compel our rulers to annul the statute, at least where woman is to be the victim"
 She smiled in very sweet, heavenly man. ner: "Then 1 shall do some good in my death Is not God very good if he will permit sinful creature like me, not only to atone for my wicked life by this violent death, but may even allow some good to grow out of it."
 You are a Roman Catholic?''
 "I am now. And since I have had some one to talk to me, to tell me truly about n.y. self, and my duty to God. am great deal happier. The Sisters of Charity come and talk to md-very kindly; they tell me not to wish to live, but to take Gods mode of drawing me back to himself patiently and willingly"
 This was very sweet, and gave even an ele- vated expression to her handsome but unSpirit- ual face.
 Are you willing to remove your vcil?'
 "Oh yes, for you, but do not like to have strangers come and stare at me. On my trial 1 felt 1 c0uM not; 1 couM not be looked at It seemed to me IsAo,sM m1ake other ao0nae,a aslana- e1"
 She then laid aside her veil and showed me her hair beginning to fall off, and her head much too large for the vital region except the lungs. She smiled like a child when put my hand upon her temples and expressed my sym pathy for the grief she must have endured, and the trials which would disturb and madden such an organization. Here she wept
 "Wll you tell me truly whether you are guilty of the crime for which you are con- demned? What you may say shall not harm you in the least.''
 Her eyes assumed wild expression.
 "No, am not guilty. These people were good to me; sometimes when others were un- kind, they were good to me. They came to me when I was sick and sent their children to stay with me. I never treated human being ungratefully. My heart is kind one I have with my own hands taken care of rich people, and cooked up things for the poor, and have helped them as much as could. Now these enemies who accuse me know that I am not guilty--that never dreamed of poisoning my friends. I don't know about it. She began to talk vildly.] had been sick; 1 was mad for while, because - gave me something that took away my senses. try to think over a great many things that happened, and I can't understand them. l can't tell exactly how got here. know Pm wicked woman, but did not do that. I am the victim of conspi- racy. A political party wished to crush John c. Mather and Myron H. Clark, and so they took me up. They could do it you know-I,