Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1867-05-31

and to the public, and Secretary Stanton
has accordingly handed il over with mote
showing how it came in his possession, and
declaring that the mutilation talked about
so much by Gen Butler, was made before
he saw it. Judge Advocate General Holt
also certifes to the entirety Of the diary.
as first found on Booths person by Col.
Congor, and gives the opinion that, as the
diary purports TO be one for 1864, the cut
leaves probably contained entries for that
year and were thus destroyed by Booth
himself. The following is copy of tho
diary complete, of interest now more from
the fuss that has been made about it, than
from any particular light it throws upon
the assassination:
"Ti amo." April 18th, 14th. Friday the
Ides. Until to-day nothing was ever
thought OF sacrificing to our country's
wrongs. For six months we had worked
to capture but our cause being almost lost,
something great and decisive must be done.
But its failure was owing to others who
did not strike for their country with hsar:.
! struck boldly and not as the papers say.
l walked with firm step through q thou-
sand OF his friends and was stopped, but
pushed on. A colonel was at his side. I
shouted SIC .Senaper" before 1 fred. n
jumping broke my les. passed all bis
piekets and rode sixty miles that night
with the bone Of my leg tearing the flesh at
every jump. lean never repent it, though
we hated TO kill. Our country owed all
our trouble 10 him, and God simply made
me the instrument Of his punishment. The
country is not what it was. This forced
Union Is not what have loved. I care
not what becomes of me. have no de-
sire 10 oatlive my country. This night.
before the deed.' wrote long article
and lcft it for one Of the editors Of The
National lat llisencer. in which l fully SET
'o'th our reasons for our proceedings. He
or the government.
Friday 2l--After being hunted ike !
dog, through swamps, woods. and last night
being chased by gunboats till was forced
return, wet, cold and starving, with
every mans hand against me. am hare
IN despair, and why !? For doing what
brutus was honored for, what made Tell
nero and yet |, for striking down !
greater fyrant than they ever knew. am
ooked upon as a common cutthroat. NV
'ciion was purer than either Of theirs.
)ne hoped TO be gre 4, the other had not
'niy his coun'ry's but his own wrongs to
vense. ! hoped for no gain. knew no
private wrong. l struck fcr my country.
and that alone--a country that groaned
beneath this tyranny and prayed for this
end, and yet now behold the cold hand
they extend to me. God cannot pardon
me II ! have done wrong; yet cannot
see my wrong, except in serving a dpcen-
crate people. The little, the very little I
left behind 10 clear my name, the g, ,yern-
ment will not allow 10 be printed. So ends
al. For my country have given up all
nat makes life sweet and holy, brought
misery on my family, and am sure there
is no pardon in heaven for me since man
condemns me so. have only heard of
what has been done, except what I did
myself, and i fills me with horror. God.
try and forgive me, and bless my mother.
Tonight ! will once more try the river.
with the intent to cross, though have !
greater desire and almost mind 10 re-
turn TO Washington, and in measure
clear my name, which feel can do. I
90 not repent the blow | struck. may
before my God but not to man. think
have done well, though have abandoned.
with the curse of Cain upon me, when. Il
the world knew my heart, that one blow
would make me great, though did not
desire greatness. Tonight try to escape
these bloodhounds once more. Who u,ho
can read his fate? Gods will be done. /
nave TOO great soul to die like criminal.
oh may he, may He spare me that. and
let me die bravely. ! bless the entire
world. Have never hated or wrorged any
one This last was not wrong unless
God deems it SO, and it is with him to
damn or bless me. And for this brave boy
with me who often prays. Yes, before and
since with true and sincere heart. Was
It crime in him If so, why can he pray
the same do not wish to shed drop
OF tlood, but must fight the course. ,Tis
all that's left me.
Upon piece Of paper found in the di-
ary. and supposed to have been torn from
i, is written the following:
My Dsa (piece torn out) Forgive me,
but have some little pride. cannot
blame you for want of hospitality. You
know your own affairs. was sick, tired.