The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1858-11-26
Tur BALTIMORE MURDERERs.


of the Ameriean Party, in regard to the Bal
limere outrages, the Baltimore Correspond
ent Of the Herald writes:
1t would be unjust and untrue to charge
upon any political party the liendIsh arIs OF
those iaxless men who Day, for their own
purpose, happen TO adopt its creed. Ia The
present case, the stigma OF these foul deeds
cannot DO attributed to the Native American
party Of Baltimore, for the three policemen
already shot were Native Americans; the
District Attorney, Whitney, whose lte Is
threatened, /, Native American; The Jury
who convicted Gambreli on Friday are Ma
tive Americans. No; the origin and end OF
these considerations are not political. These
clubs are nothing more than the mere OIL
scOur!ngs Of society, composed OF that YER
min which, ike rats, infect every civilized
community. London aud PARIS abound
with them, but judge aud jury do their duiy
there, aud the glbbet and tho penltenllary
keep down the nuisance, J assert that our
cities are periIled aud our country disgIaced
by these handfulls of common ruillans,
whose lives are idle whose habits abandoned,
aud whose passions run riot. This is the
vital point, and let me Hd1uce testimony to
cOTrobOrate II.
Go with me TO the Baltimore Jail. In
room well lighted and aired and surrounded
by sopie dozen OF the same stamp, We hEd
Henry Gambrell, convicted last Friday OF
blowing out the brains OF policeman Benton,
lust nine weeks since. lie is stripping,
scarce twenty years of age. Tall, sllm,
pale; his cOuntcnance dcnolIng dissipation,
and his air that of loose, disordetly youth.
He looks reflective and troubled Has re-
morse for his cowardIy crime overinken huns
Let us see $50 Gambrell you were con
vsted Yesterday "Yes," he said il cal
cuating tone. "Did yon sleep last night"
"Yes, better than have done lately; am
clad the suspense is over. | feel easier 10.
day" "llpve you heard of the murder last
nipht" "Yes, and it Is bad thing for me-"
"llow sow "Why, it will make II great ex.
citement and do me harm. ! wish they had
let it alone" There is no evidence in these
words either of sensibity or repentanee,-
Nothing else than selfish calculation OF the
chances of IN escape from law and JUS
tice.
This boy, Gambrll, kept drinking 81.
loon, and has cohubited with loose woman
for the last two years. He is the son Off
respectable trndesman, has brothers and sis
ters, one of great beauty, just married.
One of his brothers is on bail for arson, rs
already mentioned. The juvenile assassin
was called the pet of the "Plug Uglies," and
his influence amongst them arose chiefly
from his drinking saloon being place OF
rendezvous. Going into another room OF
the Jail, similar To the last, we find hero Peter
Corrie, who assisted Crops IN numbering
polcenian Riodnn last, ,E,ttHS nj s1i.nr
o'clock in the evening. He is u short, thick
set man, twenty-five wears OF age; his SHIRT
sleeves rolled up TO the elbows, displays
brnwny arm covered with black hair his ha
zel eyes, bright with amaIign expression;
his hirh cheek bones and closely compress
sed lips, impnrts something sinister TO his
face; butcher by trade, but for years past
given up to drunken dissi patton, ana without
occupation or means. lie was arrested FRI
day night and Imprisoned Saturday morn
inr, three hours before ! saw him. lie Is
leaning against the %al OF his cell, his arms
folded, and his attitude that OF detected
feIon, "Where did you get that orulse on
the nosc!" asked him. at was blow
from the espatoon of a policeman" he an
swered, in IA tone full of suppressed rage
", I
went through your cap, | hear" ayes,
they missed It that time" he said, in the same
sullen tone. His manner and countenance
betrayed symptoms Of apprehension lest he
might compromise himself by some unwary
answer, and so turned from the caitiif in
disgust. 1t was this Corrie who went into
Rigdun's shop and drew his wife aside, to
give Crops better aim nt his selected We
tim. He was pursued bv officer Cook Tor
several squares, who fired ut Corre repeat
edly, which Corrie more than once returned
without effect. Here is another specimen OF
the tribe of the "Plug Ugiies"
But let not the rip Raps" despair, for to
, them belongs the especial fenown Of produ-
cling the greatest william, il possible, that
now tenants the Baltimore jail. That fellow,
sitting there on low stool, in blue check
shirt, without vest or coat,-light brown
! hair, grey eye, pale face, with an expression
| OF brutal maligniiy revolving to contemplate
that wretch is Marion Crops, twenty
three years old, n "Rip Rap" by profession,
4 and drunken r0wdy by calling; no trade or
means of livelihood, bat those of robbery
and murder lie turned ronnd Ms spoke to
! him, but stuck to his stool. There was a
cool indifference, a stolid noTchalance in his
air that aslonlshed aud shocked beholder'
! | did not wish to incriminate him, and so
said nothing directly about his crime Of the
previous night "Dd YOU come in here last
night" "Yes,' he said, in n surly voice
"Were YOU brought here on foot" mo,
wns treated to hack ride" and he smiled
Did YOU find bed ready for your mo
but they soon rugged up one, reckon. =
"Wrli, think it likely you will occupy It for
some little time" ayes, guess so, but
had as lief sleep somewhere else"
A BoY.llusBAND COMMITS SUIcIDE.-Wil'