The New York herald., 1871-03-11

not the truc5t poet III Amcrice sing vi tuem-
where through mnged leaves and blossoms arrowy sun
speaSs her lover to The slave s end she s her head to
> hsten;-
ave shah live slaves longer freedoms hour is close
Rocks bark upon the waters rests the boat upon the
have the Hayten CAPTAIN; have seen his swsrthy
Escrs o. tie psl.d faces their and color tIue
They sworn wal, coming Til the night has passed
! na noon, -, -, -, ,.
Ana so 'y and d''sen''s waters r0 ABOVE ''e
Let the gaows stand there, it WI do its work ere
J Now we enter the inner prison, as door like the
door OF bank sale IS opened to us, and as 7 shuis
corgldcr. but Ali along thus corridor, on
both sides, are ro-gra,ed sates, behind wi,ch are
doors 'sa ari@y; ssllsr!es - apgroachias oipsrs
tremendous cock hangs il its wooden case.
winch has TO be weud up every nan Iour tne EEL
tubular stove IN the passage hangs from the ro0i an
easyDacked pivotal char designed & ior INC clerS
i've feet from the stone ioo ana, IN TACT, everything
in this gloomy NOT prison mas hahgng iooA 10
THE POOR FELLOW WHO IS TO HANG
In the morning sits behind the hot stove his brain
teeE.ng VITA thoughts that came never there before
The light is 50 dim ana hangs so nigh up, leaving
he people behind ana around the stove IN shadow
/ rame might be thrown comes with an immense
POKER which might be used To storm Il redan; IL IL
about five ice. long ana the negro wlth the double
six under NJ rushes at tue stove, thrusts The crow
bar in, ears the heart out OF the can.
and and pulling i back s for ~ moment sei1es scsttls @
after scuItie OF coal ana emptes them INTO me nav
and Seepacner st near The condemned man hOsen-
1 Vile, smoaing.
at the back OF the door OF cell No. 9 in murderers
row. in low chair. Is seated little girl of twelve
TO thirteen years Of age. Her slender ngure is
/ wrapped up IN faded shawl and her ltI.e feet
1
room IL very hot but the child shyers all over her
body with
Grave men and wise mea for SIX thousand years
transaon to another World and this feeble child ii
with tic petite pretty face. luscinous eyes and Ginl
pied DIV olive iace may Wen shrink ana SILVER for the
who VIII be stranged after break OF dag, IS her
afe ana In eI 1 1ssaSngs are boInd nx up w his
! Hanbuty OF the condemned man, as he walked be-
| hind the stove and shook hands with Thomas
.'oh, feel very Well, thank YOU; very well, In.
deed,n answered Thomas.
j listen to Tue voice which comes from the Opaque
body behild the stove, aud find 1t clear aud Tree
from patols OF dIa ec and with very slight French
accent, ns FACE o. dednsd saow complexion.
Is pleasant to cok at and quite intelligent. and lit
Every few minutes he takes his cigar from his
mouth and buns a c.oud ol smoke to the ceiling
''no YoT THINK He is WEAKENlNGy"
asks deputy sheriff OF the writer. answer that
do not notce any sign OF weakening in the
| '.WeaSening No, sir" says the other deputy.
! che wont begin 10 weaken until about midnight.
\ They always weaken then.n
Y Now the condemned parts with his little girl. He
rises from the stove and stands up powerful
ia 'i his Sea carpet slippers He bears an undaunted
look. For thirty years hc has, Ike otheo, enceun.
nent s deadly Breach and nov, hlrser" as he IS
flnches like coward as he clasps his child,
young hearr. They are parted, both with gIistening
eyes; the child, sail cIingins, Is taken away, and
The gaze cIangs behind them both. There is siencs
asain in the corridor, and the condemned falls to
| smoking with asstduty.
The sherils and the reporter take their seats, and
the night and hour after hour passes away In
THE SILENCE OF A GRAVEYARD,
naught save tic ticking OF the great clock above us
disturbing tue watchers.
Presently another figure emerges on the scene
from one OF the open cells. 1t man OF middle
height. clad In rusty black wearing pair OF com.
mon laced shoes. lie Is stout and stopped In the
mobile and lu Of piety aud tha. highest OF eariny
virtues, twin sister 10 Meroy-Charity. There Is
ey1s and in the huinble black garp that Seems to
ten me that tins Is a priest of that grand,
Jesus And this l. worthy TO be OF and in that
wonderful society which since the day that Francis
Europe on lie burning sands Of Goa IN the Indies
has elrdIed the earth. ;, Among the SHOWS
iooasg s1s Gfe0S he mailed sucks sao Of the coa
quistadores, on the throne Of the Vatican, in the
camp and council. or tied TO the stake, with the fire
Lit by savage hands, power and daring OF these
have been iolt Ard the same zeal and Christian
energy which hred Loyola in the breach at
Duranquet to-nignt, as he sits, with bowed
head and clasped hands, comforting the poor
wretch whom the world has deserted and LEFT In the
iron fanes OF the law and who has now no hope
but from the Church, whose doctrines lie learned at
ms ms no rress Duranoue for tWeny Years has
been inmate OF hospitals and rlsons; he has
anih
times, with words OF cGeer and wooden cruclnx
and now this poor, condemned muiatto ouicast
sRoKEy, rREaULous SENTENCES
of the simple Old Breton priest with eyes that glis
ten and 2 slight color comes into his face.
ayes. father; have snned and in the heat Of
passion. am resigned TO die. am ready when
tney come for nle,i he whispers.
s.Ihats right my child; be of good courage and
all Is wei W In you,' says the priest cheeringy.
And the night passes swiftly without, and
the moon fails apace; dogs bark and storm broods
over the city. 1t Will be fitting morn for strangu.
A Keeper asks Thomas II ne Will have an orange
or some Utner fruit 10 eatY
would Ike orange. If II amt TOO much trouble"
lie takes the orange and pees II slowly, throwing
the norseis IN his mouth with steady hand
''Tne stove Is pretty hot, ain'tiA Jonnr' asked
~ mud it so: it's little too hot for men replied
E the ccndemnea man, with hearty langh !,
so guess III open one door Tor few minutes" said
t the keeper
| 'Wcii IL WON'T mluef nucn In Anew nOurS CQat's
surcu replies Thomas, with faint smile.
He has eaten his orange now. ana he 'akes fresh
cigar. The HSgALD reporter joins the condemned
, in sweet apple which is offered him by Deputy
Seebacher. and there Is socabie half hour IN the
corridor:
deputy sherirfs at this juncure. The condemned
rises rather abruptly and walks down the corridor
quick and With firm STEP He IL a brave man, this
Outcast, but he has nervous organization and
FE THlNKS OF HIS LITTLE GIRL,
SO devoted TO him. And the night passes and we all
a doze by the hot fire, and nod and then wake IN
shortly, rather ashamed at being found doing by
each other when the low voice Of Father Duranquet
says TO the prisoner.-
o 'Can you speak Spanish my child ~
And Thomas answers "A little, father"
"Then come into the cell for little whe," replies
the laihcr And they both