The sun., 1872-12-24
GEO. F. TRAIN In HIS CELL.
he rs ASKED TO PREACH ny THE
INMATES OF THE TONES.
Mr.. rr.in'. RemsrLnble Addre.. to hi

INMATES OF THE TOhBS.
Mr.. Trsin's Remarkable Address to his
Fellow Prisouers-Epigrsm on his Four
teenth Prison" Ye' Ninety Days and
Nineych shall be Destroy ed"
Yesterday SUN reporter called on Mr..
George Francis Train in the Tombs. The re-
porter entered by the door on Franklin street,
and after waiting few minutes was recognized
by DIR. Nealis, who kindly introduced him to the
Warden The Warden at once furnished the re-
porter with pass.
Past q crowd OF men and women, with ner-
vous, anxious faces, waiting to sec friends shut
up within the gloomy walls through two big
iron-grated Doors out into the cold court yard.
surrounded with high stone walls, pierced with
grated windows on all sides, and with long
skeleton staircase at one end, leading TO an iron
door In the fourth and topmost story, the roof
above the doorway made escape-proof by semi
circle of bayonet-llke pixies in at another iron
grated door, with a stern man that knew nothing
inside through another iron-grated door along
q short passage; through another grated door.
with polite man inside, who knew everything;
into an atmosphere thick. fetid, sunocating; up
an iron staircase with another polite man at the
top, who heard the reporters business, and said
Mr. Trains cell is lust opposite
MR. TRAINS CELL.
long corridor, with a two-foot wide gallery
running all around T. and and tweSpty &c cells or m1rs
door; another iron door inside that, with six
hole in the s centre LETT at
| door a man or woman, or boy or girl, talk
| ing through the grating with the person within.
| form and settling on the wall in a shiny. sticky
| layer; a prison, with dash Of the fever hospi-
Rt the grated door OF Mr. Trains cell, n lady
with disheveled iinelets stood conversnR. The
anG Tfpye55 py 5o Ss sHS %S
forennRer through the grating for the person
and went down the stairs, out Into the frosty,
| bracinR air OF freedom.
hs sHs n bs,n ws t1 'hs Sn grating S ana
| wrapped up In dark -hued blankets, recllned Mr..
| George Francis Train, with The Sun In his hand
the shelf behind him were hall as score Of medi.
| cine bottles. Underneath this shelf was sort
small SOsS drawer u IN the o. csare The S top cf the
| bureau was covered with manuscripts. At the
hand s seoS %erS Sd
| clothes. Standing 20 one side between the two
dressed, and with heavy overcoat on.
Mr.. TRAIN ASKED TO PREACH.
| The reporter put his face 70 the grating and
Mr.. Train rose up on his elbow, waved his
| Any new Developments in your case, Mr..
| "somethlng horrible inside here said Mr..
Train, In a stage whisper, using his right hand
dsitps,ln sr snstrs trernsns. III Horribici" man 's i''
Mr.. Train lifted a manuscript from the bed,
| and said, Read it,"
| Mr.. John Wesley Nichols took the manuscript,
| advanced TO the grated door, and said. This
is a regusiton from certain prisoners in the
| Tombs.' He read as follows
To George Francis Train, Rroan Preacher;
We had several Christian speeehes addressed us zee
~s as eC our prns o Any vsTG .Sa s 81 cur s
gSGiiSSy s sSS9ssa on PAGAN minister talk % ..
Ne =. tsSS only inform US o. that which I, TO come
S%i 20
tortared before CONVECTION by Twseds Gommi..ioner.
friendly answer VIII be highly sppreeiated By INC un
| Toms, Dec q.
| "Mr. Train" said Mr.. Nichols. "in.tead Of
| making thom speech, made this impromptu
| reply:
EPIGRAh ON NY FOURTEENTH JAIL.
| "LoI From ne Tor1bsd dol.n4 sound"
Nosas No hight No nre'
| I'D choose room in Hell!
| Their sermons may bc rood for the soul,
s Nut we need mS5s nosT,snins in f.fe'
| or steak that Is not too rare.
TG ,se orT i'cst ss Tes lc,yrS yH1y eS,s damn
| Why dont they bring Us q lAinpP
| Kitchen Parlorl and Vault
| All In one sinking pen
| To Hell witS these fs's",daS Isni
sh,ver shiveri shiver,
Bsptixe YOU re saints IN the river,
| Pitch Cha:on into the styh.
How wen We keep our fact,
on, holy saints, how coidi
s WITH SIs .ons SSui oi iSer '%' len s sod ON'
|
like TO look At the Stsrs'
| love 20 FsIe At the sun ,
To tuocA man Tor FAM
| Money paid for bibles and priest,
forPrayers. tracts, ehurehes and God,
PROM freeing while this siae iAs sOdi
| Our cells are living graves,
FUN OF rats, bedbass aud lice.
| Make the Tombs" sink u vice.
Foreign J.is have ehApeis for prayer,
| Exercise two hours in open afr,
| And your cell is warmed by steam.
We ventiate through dungeon hole!
| Destroying the body while 1t saves the soul
| Let u unite In prayer!
| The prison inspectors ought to be shot
| or be forced 70 share our gTayey ard lot
| What right have they TO stne our breath p
Anu WY A' '1 dnonan FESssi. raais,
| The Pagan preacher under CHRISTIAN torture.
Mr.. TRAINS COMPLAINT.
when the epSSram was was ended i hr TRAIN ~ arose arose
we're shut in. Look at the damp on the walls
I'm shverne feel it at my chest, here. We
| cannot keep ourselves warm. What do you
think OF such iniquitous laws, that shut mar
uD here for circulating the Biblef why us
worse than the Spanish inquisiton. Innocent
men in a condemned cell, along with eleven mur
derers. Murderers but better after all than the
| church members. Stokes, Scanned, Sharkey-
what did they dor only exemplinod an indi.
yidual commune and carried out personally the
nails here-the men that run the fashionable no
tells? tInspirationallyl
| The big hotels
| Are the drunken hClls
| That I'LL these cells,
| And make the murderers.
Look at the law. The law Ia a lie and lives OF
lies. when pleaded guilty. am guilty-the!