The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-01-15
UNSUCCESSFUL KIDD.

The Prisoner for Attempted Arson At
tempting "tAe Insanity Dodgc"-Dr.
Nealis, OF the Tombs, Examines Him
and Reports Him To BE Feigning Luz
nacy-The Keepers Have the Same
Opinion.
Kidd, the unsuccessful fire hend, who made
great mistake when he chose to aspire to such
profession, as the unpleasant consequences Of his
attempted arson show, has been confined In cell
In the TOmbs ever since his arrest His deneanor
while there has been most rational; but on Mon
day his keepers began to observe In his actions
something that at least was not as 1t
should be. The unlucky prisoner would at
intervals be attacked by strong parOxysms
of apparent rage, when he would make violent
and furious gestures, as II bent upon the destruc
ton OF sonnet thing or somebody. Then q soft, be-
witching smile stole over his seraphic features,
and he prattled, laughed and clapped his hands
like babe. This phase OF his behavior would then
change to one OF grief, remOrse or melancholy,
wherein he would tear his locks, beat his head
softly against the wall and wrench the iron bars
OF his cell door until it shook and shook again. and
the dismal CHATTER sounded all through the gloomy
corridors with an OmnOus echo. In fact, the pris-
oner's eccentricities excited so much dismay In
the breasts OF his fellow culprits that they had
supersttious presentiments that the ghost of Jack
Reynolds had come back from the grave Of q muir
derer and was haunting the soul Of the fre neno.
On Monday night the cells were all as quiet as
the tomb, save that the occasional snoring OF q
slumberer smOte the ear Of the mysterious ubi-
quitous annotator who was present although un.
resOunded through the immense Bastile and
thrilled the heart and curded the blood.
Stone ahes aen sm Ssg more epre Int
was the ; cry .S Of fury 70; his native
ghnA RI a nd fhn
interesting prisoner was staring wildly at jet of
burning gas just without his door He kneeled on
prayer toward the pickering flame, TILL quick as
flash, the jal0r extingushed it, Silence then re-
sumed her solemn sway, and the prison was once
In the morning, which was on yesterday. Kidd
was removed to private cell below stairs; He
thus, after finding him composedly Sitting on the
"weli, friend, how doth thee dor Now, zee here;
smarter. than ten men by the name Of Kidd il
KIDD-Oh, the red, red, dancing flames Give
me back my own! on, give me back my own
D0cToR-What do you think about superheated
steamY
KIDD-It's very good for the jams, isn't itS
DocToR-Who was Christopher COlumbusG
KIDD-The man who started the first lager beer
saloon in HOboken. Oh, dearl oh, dearl
The prisoner grew very white, drew long tremu-
lOus signs and then burst out
Come where my love lies dreamingp
After Kidd had concluded the first verse the
Doctor took from his pocket new cambria hand
kerchiel, with his name worked in one corner with
red silk thread, and wiped his eyes. Kidd pointed
tenderly to the ceiling and said, feelingly:-
'Im afraid that is too strong. l can't go to
Heaven"
DOCroR (dryly)-Rather strong. The floor is
weaker.
KIDD-Bring forth the horse.
DOCTOR-DO you feel oil right about the head2
KIDD-The night Is dark and the way Is long.
Now spectres stalk the earth and graveyards cape,
and angels drink hot blood. On to the breach ana
pile the wall up with our Sixth ward dead. Thou,
Nealus Well, so mote itbe. We meet at Murray
street.
DOcToR-Wlll you have cigar
KIDD-This butt will burn hole into the night.
D0CroR-Thank heaven 1t won't burn one In the
Murray street block GOOd-day.
KIDD muttering)aSo once 1t was and might
have been again. Oh; lurid spirit, mock me mott
Thou art a cankering menace to my soul.
The cell door Changed and Kidd was left alone to
think on his ill-success In attempting to Kidd the
physician OF the.TOmbs. Dr. Nealus reported yes
terday that Kidd was perfectly sane and that he
was only feigning lunacy. The keepers are all Of
the same opinion.