, 1867-05-03
NUMBER 90
A Monster.

The Paris aud London Journals are horri>
| flying their readers with the details Of
crime recently perpetrated by one Of the
most brutal Of beings ever in human shape.
When in the presence Of the Court, the ac-
cused spoke as If he was proud Of what he
had done, though he was unhappy at having
only to boast of one victim, and especially
at not having struck down what no termed
'the leading character of the drama, mean
ing his father, which he had long projected
and prepared The murderer~>is a young
man, nineA eAKn years of age, of middle stature,
slight, regular and even delicate features,
and of fair eoHPtsxloR. In the course Of
his answers to the Judge, his countenance
exhibited q harshness and determination
which otherwise would have passed unper.
ceiyed. During his examination he answered
every question without the slightest pause,
and seemed TO think himself hero, was not
for an instant intimidsted, and when his
answers sent a thrill Of horror through the
spectators, he affected to turn his back to
the Judge, and looked around as if he either
defed them all or expected applause for
what he had done. His name is Charles
Felix Lemaire, the only child of q locksmith,
living in the Rue de Chartres, in the Mines
teenth ACCOMPLISHMENT of Paris. His father,
a man of sixty>eight, had lost his wife about
two years ago, and was about to marry
woman named Bainville, living in the same
house, and who had daughter of seventeen,
by a former marriage. The son, whose evil
instincts had been manifested from an early
age, was opposed to the marriage, and was
resolved to prevent it by numbering the wo>
man on the very day before that on which
it was to be solemnized. He had been, up
to the last moment, apparently on friendly
terms with the widow Bainville. On the
evening of the Goth of December be called
to see her in her apartment, where she was
employed in her usual occupation, in cons
pany with her daughter and three young
girls, her assistants. He told her he had a
message from his father, and on getting her
down stairs into another room, the door of
which he shut, he threw a cord round her
neck, which he had previously tied to q
hook fastened in the wall for that purpose.
She resisted and got her hand between her .
neck and the cord, when Lemaire took a
knife, which he had previously bought and
ground so as to make it two>e1ged weapon,
and stabbed her in the face, the neck, the
breast, the back, and other parts of the
body. The daughter, who heard her mothers
shrieks, rushed down stairs, aud she and the
porter of the house found the door fastened
on the inside They then forced it open,
when they saw the unfortunate woman lean
ing against the wall, covered all over with
wounds, and literally bathed in blood She
threw herself into her daughters arms, and
then fell dead. Behind her stood the mut,
derer with his shirt sleeves tucked up, a long
knife, dripping with blood, with the point
broken, 10 his hands. He stopped over his
victim, and seeing that she was dead, said
that he was happy at having avenged him.
self, and that the only regret he had, was
not having time to do the same by three
others, as he had made up his mind to mur>
der four persons; that be was neither mad
nor drunk, aud that he we'll knew the scaf
fold awaited him. When the Commissary
of Polibe appeared, he told him that eigh'
teen months before he had resolved to kill
his father