The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-03-22
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BOON disposed OF II. when the body had hung
'twenty-nine minutes. fine rosewood CONN in Q
large deal case was carried In front OF the scanold
and the remains were stretched out decently
fherein. As they drew the black cap OF the face 1t
was seen to be uncontrolled, but there was
sufrusion Of blood about the mouth. crowd
pushed upon the undertaker's men to see the race
OF the dead. The execuhoner pushed his way
70 the corpse and
TUGGED AT THE MOOSE TO UNLoosKN IT.
with 4 viii that seemed revolving. Then the
prison doors were opened and the crowd poured
cut into the Office and thence into the street. SO
nnder the broad light Of the morning sun was the
crime OF murder in the night time avenged In New
York yesterday.
SCENES AROUND THE T0NBs.
At eight o'clock q dense crowd had formed at the
corner of Centre and Franklin streets, and was at
every moment increasing In magnitude. Police,
thirty in number, were stretched in double line
Erom this point along the edge Of the sidewalk
Of Centre street to Leonard street, guarding
with jealous care both the main and the
side entrance Of the Tombs and allowing meme to
pass them except such Is were fully armed with
the teputed authority OF the Shern. The Gordon.
strongest in 'front.' extended all around the build
Tag, but on the rear side, where there are no
entrances, the watch kept was less strict and
people were allowed to pass and repass at their
pleasure. double guard was, however, placed at
the corner OF Elm street and Leonard, near the
entrance to the prison barber shop, consisting Of
thirty men, and also at the large gateway In
Franklin street, between which point and Centre
street the presence Of unoficial persons was not
tolerated. The force OF police on duty In the
vicinity was composed OF over three hundred men
from the different precincts. Six officers were
stationed on the roof of the old Harlem depot
and q number on the balcony. Six more
mounted guard on the top OF the large tenement
house at the corner Of Elm and Leonard streets,
and several on the one next to it, SO that 1t was
impossible for any morbid-minded spectators to
secure from these points view of the terrible
scene that was about to be enacted. few faces
appeared at the windows OF the houses and one or
two solitary figures doomed up grmly
ON THE HOUSE TOPS,
In dark relief against the background OF the clear
blue sky; but they saw little to cause them anv
palpable shock, the tragedy not being visible to
4hem at all. Their manner seemed as stoical as
shat OF the low-looking crowd in the street which
was staring necessarily at the hard granite walls
Of the prison.
During every moment which now passed
THE THRONES GREW LARGER AND MORE EAGER,
and 1t was curious sight to gaze into their faces,
turned persstently toward the dead. silent wall
what was TRANSPORTING within as is the Sphinx OF
the Desert OF the dark secrets Of the past. Very
Few persons OF o really respectable type were
among the crowd, the major part Of which was
composed OF the lowest representatives of vul-
gar1ty and brutality. 1t was, however, quiet
concourse There were no murmurs or alterca-
lions; no jabberings or CHASTITY laughter, but q
seemingly solemn and awed stiffness, which
showed the depth to which the impression pro-
duced by the shock Of q hanging sinks in the heart
Of the susceptible humanity Of the day. sad
Mesa mixture of determination and SORROW
marked most Of the faces; while in others the
principal expression was idle indifference or
morbid curiosity. When the Sherir,s deputies
having previously assembled at the SheriY's ONCE
marched sOemnly In procession, with black slaves
In their hands, to the Tombs, the interest OF tine
assembled multitude grew to be more fierce and
Intense. The sun at intervals shown warmly
upon the street and the prison walls and the day
was growing into Its prime or hfe vigor and
beauty.
THE TIME DRAGGED SLOWLY.
Nothing could be learned in the crowd outside the
prison Of what was taking place within. But men
pulled out their watches and began to count the
moments. The crowd now had grown into dense
black mass that impeded the progress Of cars and
wagons, and when the rafting Of their wheels
the whole scene that was deeply impressive. Men
spoke in whispers about the justice OF the verdict
and the decision Of Governor Dix There were
shaking Of heads and deep signs and sad looks. 1t
was nearly nine O'Clock. The seconds passed. The
suspense was dreadful, and It's cause was so near
and yet unseen, that it seemed some super
natural pail thrown over the mind.
stining its gayety and Its interest in
common objects. number of banditti from
fair Italia stood upon the edge OF the cufbstone
and pointed with brown, bony fingers at the cor.
nice OF the wall, gesticulating strangely and
making disagreeable grimaces. There was an old
woman with dim eyes, who wore around her head
dirty kerchief once bright In its hues, but now
sombre and greasy She carried bag Of rags on
her back Her teeth chartered and her lips
mumbled as she looked fearfuly at the STERN blank
walls OF the Tombs and you might have caught
three words dropped under her BREATH and, al
though she was evidently Catholic and the victim
was Protestant, they were,
"GoD HELP HIMn
'Tes,n said wel-dressed man, who seemed
somewhat more refined than those about him,
'And that is all we can say. He Is meeting his re.
ward"
At quarter to ten O'Clock sensation swept
through the crewd-a rumor that
THE TRAGEDY WAS OVER.
Soon aterward this was confirmed by the ap-
proach OF an undertaker's wagon drawn by pair
OF black horses, which was driven through the mass
OF people, now in q tempest OF excitement, and
through the gateway into the prison yard. The
portals closed Immediately after ii, and after a
short interval OF restlessness the would-be spec
tators began to depart. Some however, remained
behind, and the police applied vigorous persuasion
to induce them to dispense, which they did slowly
and reluctantly.
strange relief seemed to have come upon every
one The dread tragedy was over.
THE LAST SCENE OF YESTERDAY.
Groups OF anxious and curious persons fingered
around the Tombs UP to dusk yesterday waiting
TO look upon the bier of the dead. At half past
seven O'Clock carriage was seerhurrying down
Franklin street. The driver pulled up as quickly
as possible before the Franklin street entrance,