Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1858-01-21
The Smith Trial IN phlIadelphis-r
Wife,s Letters,

The trial of Taos w. SMITH for the
der Of CARTER in Philadelphia is still in -
gress A vast amount of testimony has r"
brought forward for the defence all o.
to show that SMIrH's mind was unsettle5
the time of the homicide. On Tuesday NJ
JOHN McCAULEY, father of the prisoners W.
was called to the stand. He produced ~
letters written by Mrs. SMITH to her husbs,i
after her confinement She confesses her 4
directly accuses CARTER, and implores her bs
bands forgiveness. These epistles are ,ou'
ing. They read as follows
MAY 5, 1856,
Will you allow me to say, my dear, yet j,
jured husband 5: Your letter was recen,
and read with feelings of the most bitter !,
guish-read it without a pain or passion 4
grief. Tom, am not void of feeling. | b
as though truly alone in the world. Faas
brothers, husband, friends, and all-have \
left me. Oh, God, that / died the day In,
born. frr
My dear Ton, I wrohged you deeply
kept the fatal secret from you. / did wfs
in marrying you, but | loved you yes, ca
only knows, / loved you-and do still. y,
are the injured one CARTER the guilty rrsr
You wished me dead before you left me
wish was. You ask far dtroroe Nv d-
Ton, if it is your wish, / will make no ODja,,
/ cannot but will aid You in all can to p
you divorce it is right that you shor
separate from one who has SO deeply, gros
injured You but was not Intentionally on u
part of LIZZIE. Ton, you know nv sensits
feelings. When this is done, ] have given
all the tie that binds me TO earth. Oh G.,
how deeply love you You have nv hea-
my very soul is centred in you. Oh, Tor
will you, can you forgirc me? most hum
ask your forgiveness that is all l can ass
you. You speak of the once romping sch,
girl !; yes, what am l now "a heart-bross
detected woman, without friends-thrown
on the cold world for assistance. Why Il
why has Heaven sealed my doom? N
verify, God has forgiven me, and have b..
restored back to his fold again Life ha;
turned, but my poor, desolate heart cries 4
its lost mate Oh, my poor, heart-broker
jected, injured husband, forgive me | c|
fess l have done you lifetime of wrong
have made you drink the most bitter drer |
sorrows cup. Oh, that Heaven would sa|
me to reclaim you back again You ask 4
future lot wish that could tell YOU
know not where to 60 or what to do Sal
ness and trouble have left me weak and n4
rable. Strength does not return hare
left my room as yet. LEoSARD's mord cd
pie of weeks, and | must seek shelter so.
where. Where, l cannot say. The Pal
house is as good as any where for me. u
not able to do anything as yet, nor will
be for some time, but never while earth ,ts.s
will | throw myself out to the world as pol
lie character. You shall never have it |
to you that is the way get my living 81
as for CARTER, he has injured me tor life. Va
will never meet again only when third g
son is present. BERTHA wishes me to Il.
the child where it belongs-to Garter. IuI
not sleep nor eat can do nothing bu WI
my room at night / must close. May
God of all goodness guide and protect you
cheer you up amidst this-is the prayer Of
who was once your beloved, coniding
LIZZIE /