The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-09-07

servtude having elapsed Occasionally nay often may De
seen emerging from under these massive 11 a ouch
concrete a halfdozed woman, with pieaTy eyes IouSl,
flushed face specled with pimpIes dIss!pa WIN cay Us
lines and odorous with body .nnd % har oneY cell
where she has been fastened like the inmates OF Dantes In
erno for weeks by bolts and bars with recoecons OF Tar
Of Nv Hamnshire Hills where grass grew green ana
streams nred with incessant music to the pratte of child
hoods voices and the sounds of merry feet She thinks OF
those things with scadng she looks at her oled and
aooIed dress and feels accsed and discarded from the
protection cold and selfish society to which she once
belonged lorette of the very lowest description, woman
of the town to whom sin and shame everyday occur
renee she will forget her punishment in the garng
sun and hustle of the August noonday and with reerave
visits the police court will eventually be found at
Bellevue Hospital her neck and face swollen and d1shgred
with oahsome disease her head encirced with shavlng
encased pine eO or more rG0a o S doc w in the East
River her hair dank and her eyes glazed ana open IN the
films of DEATH It is old story and has often been told
Tayersing long passage through murky corridors stained
and redoent with long years of crime at last to
wicker gate painted green whose portals stands sentne
an old man in ill-fng clothes with white beard lie IS
informed that pay visit to the interior OF the
prison. and he writes slip of brown paper after scrutn
zng our to if he recognize any traces of
the ckpocket and counterer the of the individual
whom we care The gate is swung back, and the
courtyard the prison. paved with square blocks OF stone is
ganed-a courtyard without mercy In It, full OF hardness
and Justice and with high, grim stone walls policeman
is dragging half carrying drunken woman, who obs IN
maudn fashion, the lower end of the court she struggling
all the while and he laughing pleasantly if it an
everyday with him to drag intoxicated females
to prisons Passing through another entrance In
the stone WALL in the lower tier or Murderers Row.
where those poor wreches condemned to death awaiting
may be found Gagged like wild beasts This part OF
the prison is also devoted to eday prisoners arrested ana
individual with wild staring face and linen buster neatly
parted down the middle of the back the rent reaching from
the neck the bottom of the coaai is brought in by an
officer who hands his paper of commitment from Justice
Bowling to the Assistant Warden, Mr. Cunningham The
prisoner is rotously inclined and bleses the eyes OF the
suffering policeman in meek manner.
"What is YOUR name ?" injuries the Warden.
Daddy B the prisoner after good deal of stag
gering and kicking around the desk.
"Where you born?
"WeT was born in New York, I suppose. May be
that's rough New York. but don't DID, any
how"
elbow old are you@
Twenty three-poor fellow
"What is your trade?'
~ scrape oyster shells for the limekn sometimes,
but general thing don't"
"Take him to No 1o3, officer says the Warden having
registered the commitment. "Have you any money!
"No, not Gent This annel-mouh Mick has jest gone
through for the last copper when drunk. Why,
say Look at his feet WIZ he ought to be carrying the
hod, he ougHter"
The officer then takes the prisoner by the shoulder put
him in the CELL and the latter gentleman asks the Warden
f he is going allow highway robbery to be committed
upon his peron and receiving answer he informs the
officer that est he gets out he's just going
to warm him bad and break his hon if 1t costs him his
last pair of shoes" To quiet him, the prisoner is crammed
into cell and the iron door locked upon him. He protrudes
his fingers through the grating and clamors violently,
asking Where is that offspring of female dog as arrested
hm whereupon fellow prisoner out in the corridor
good behavior administers chaw of tobacco to Daddy B
as last resort and without further parley he reres to his
bed OF whitewashed bricks in calm and peaceful mood
Now in the Murderers Row. where Friery Gordon
the SLAYER Ferris the wife murderer Colt who killed
Adams and number of Others passed their last hours upon
EARTH We ask to Jerry OBrien who killed his mistress
June 30 1866 Jerry puts his pale wasted hand through
the prison bars in answer to our call upon hm-hands
blanched to the hue of drawingroom by fifteen months
close imprisonment. He is but youth in weny-one
or hereabouts of medium ze with plentiful supply Of
jet black hair blue eyes, shrewd but not hardened face
coe wel-made figure, and appearance that Wouid I'M
press anyone in his favor pale emacated priest Of the
4rae OF st. Francis has just left jerry after conference OF
TAX How the hours pass for him. with the dreaded SEN
e hanging over him. He has but twentyone years
81 me ou those eventfu years century as he looks
tobacco spittle tb;rs o1dlood of