Delaware State journal and statesman. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1855-1870, 1867-02-05
A TOUCHING sToRYd

We mentioned a few days ago the arrest
of man named Williams, and women
named Mann, in Norwich, Conn, for cruelty
beating and nearly starving to death daugh-
ter of Williams, girl ten or twelve years old.
After enduring the most brutal treatment,
and when nearly at the point Of death from
hunger, she escaped by jumping from
third story window and was taken in charge
by the neighbors. The following letter,
written to her father while in Jail, is a
singular and touching exhibition of filial
love and tenderness, under circumstances
that might we'll have turned the warmest
love to deepest hate.
On PAPA--you don't know how lido want
to see you-if could, know could get
well quicker; but my feet are so sore that
MIR. Case says it would kill me to ride down
there. But one of them is most well, so that
1 can lift it up and move it in bed, and then
when the right foot gets well can ride and
see you. / have heaps and piles of presents,
papa, and wish you could have them with
me; just as we used to. have so many
nice oranges, and apples, and candies, that
don't know what to do with them all.
want you to have all these apples that Mr..
Dennison brings you, 80 that you could eat
them for me, and if you please give good
big greening to Miss Mann for thinking of
me in her note to Mrs. Huntington that
morning.
Oh, papal you don't know how everything
tastes to me. have to eat something every
half hour, am so hungry, and have such
nice toast and chicken broth, and bread,
coffee, and jelly, and have such nice things
sent to me. Mrs. S--sent me dish of
preserved pears, and Mrs. H--sent me
big bowl Of moss custard, and Mrs.---
sent me great big glass jar Of canned
whortleberries. must stop writing few
minutes and eat my bowl of chicken broth
and biscuit, papa, for the clock says 1t is
half an hour since had anything to eat;
but / shall write no more.
There is not paper enough for me in the
world to write you all want to, and want
you to write me, SO Mr.. Dennison can bring
it to me, and imagine that kiss you every
night before go to bed, and then lay and
think of you till fall asleep; and daytimes
there are so many in here that get tired at
night. Friday 20 were in here, Saturday 81
and Sunday, 81, and don't know but more.
could not count so many; and Mrs. o.
A--came home Saturday night and spent
Sunday. But want to see you SO bad, papa.
I thought 1 should see you the next day
after you was in here that night, and ]
cried so that the doctor thought I would
have fever. But papa, Mrs.--is so
good to me, aud sleep with Miss--,and
she feeds me and gives me drink, and
waits on me when Mrs lis busy.
and Mrs. H---wanted me to say to you
that she found needed another Gotten fan.
mel night gown, for you know I did not
have but one, so she got me one, and Misi
L---S----i is going to make it for me
Now, father, don't feel anxious about me
for they do everything for me, and Intend
to write you every single day; and expeci
Uncle Harry on every day to take good care
OF grandfather, and guess will write him
You answer this Immediately and tell me i
you want me to tell uncle anything for yor
because he will come and see you. Dom
tell Mr.. Dennison to carry that apple to Mis-
Mann, for he won't, fear.
Your affectionate daughter, EuNIcE.
Excuse bad writing, papa. Try and reat
this.