The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-05-08
EXE. UTION OF A MONSTER.


Waltz, the murderer who was executed at
Hudson yesterday, wasa criminal of no COM
mon kind. He was a man who killed others
simply for the sake of killing, and though
he knew he was standing on the verge of
eternity, he repeated the offonse for which
he was doomed only the day before his death
committed his last crime, the attempt to
murder his mother, under the very shadow of
the gallews. OF the three murders of which
he was guilty none had an adequate or even
conceivable motive. 1t is not astonishing
that under such circumstances the culprit
should die with the stoicism of a heather
philosopher
He was man without any sense of hui
mainly or morality, monster to whom kill
ing seemed a pleasant pastime. Though his
brain was heavier than Webster's, he could
| not have been of sound mind, so completely
| was he wanting in the moral sense; but his
execution was justiiiable upon this ground,
if upon no other, that it was unsafe that he
should be allowed to live.
| New York Herald, 81 inst
| From long account of the execution, in
eXt tracts:
A BEAST, If NOT A MANIAC.
Waitz's father, mother, and sister rode
down from the farm in a wagon at 3 o'clock.
aud were jeered by the throng as they passed
through to the Jail. The parents are stolid
Germans. The daughther, Thelka, is more
intelligent in looks and demeanor The
mother and sister went into the cell to-
gether to say good-by. Waltz still sat on
| the sofa between the 40 constables.
"Ive come to see you for the last time,n
said the mother in German, as she went
close in front of him.
At once he drew his face into a contortou
of malignity, sprang toward her and spat in
her face The poor woman, amazed and ter
ritied, sobbed out: ooh, Joseph, repent and
pray for your SINS" and ran out of the coll
wringing her hands. The cOnstables pulled
the wretch down on his seat again, where
he held down his head and would not look
up. Thelka crouched down until her face
came close to his, and put her gloyed hands
on his clenched fists.
"Joe, you're going to meet your God in
few minutes she said, brokenly, and in
English. "Do say something to me; don't
die sO.'
She waited for some show Of recognition,
but there was none.
"'Aint you sorry, Joe, for what you did
yesterday" Then she went on in sentences
that were disconnected by her hysterical
sobbing. "Think of God aad ask him to
forgive your sins. It's only an hour before
you've got to die, and they say we can't do
to me-!just one wordf Pve always been
good to you, and tried to make you good
boy. We've had the experts come and see
you, and there aint anything more we can
do. Now, won't you say gOod-byP"
He had not stirred while she had spoken,
but only clenched his fists harder She
arose unsteadiiy to her feet, and faltered in
German. "If you have anything to say to
me before go, and before you die, say it to
me now"
With fierce inarticulate grOwl he sprang
at her and cried, "Get out, you -m
Thelka went out moaning, and the words
he had spoken to her were the last he ever
uttered. From that to the last he refused
to speak.
Mrs. Holcher, the wife of the murdered
scissors grinder, asked for admission to see
the hanging. She bad lodged in an adjoin-
ing house SO as to DO handy. Her request
was not granted. This was at quarter to
10 O'clock, and the cell door was then
closed, Whitcomb and Jailor Olmstead being
alone with the prisoner. Old Mr.. Waltz
went in, but his son would not notice him,
and he stayed only moment Then Father
O'DriscOll tried again to secure attention,
but failed, Waltz refusing to even shake
hands with him, or to look at crucifix.
DYING CONSISTENTLY.
As Waltz sat in the chair, facing the light
of the windows, with his hair cOmbed, his
face clean, and his clothing decent for the
first time in weeks, there was chance to
look upon him critically. He was short,
stout, and looked older than twenty three
HIS face and features were large, his hair
and whiskers auburn, and his eyes blue.
PhrenOlogically gagged, his head was mas
sive in the basilar parts, full in the percep-
tives, and deficient in all else. A lowering
scowl darkened his face when the Sheriff,
WhitcOmb, and Olmstead piniOned his arms
tight back with buckling strap, arranged
the moose around his neck, and put black
muslin cap on his head. Then, in a steady
voice. the Sheriff read the death warrant,
and the priest pronounced a Latin bene-
diction; but Waltz paid no atten-
ton to either. He lifted his eyes for
the first time when the sheriff told him to
stand up. The constables lifted him to
his feet. and put the chair aside. As he
looked around at the staring spectators the
sight seemed for moment to rouse him to
fury. He scOwled until his heavy brOws
half hid his eyes, drew down the corner of
his mouth to the extent of actual cont Ortion,
and lolled ont his tongue. With that ex-
preston on his face he sent out grOwl that
was thoroughly animal like in its inarticu-
late expression Of impo.otent rage. This
over, he was the passive imbecle again;
and when the sheriff asked him whether he
had anything to say, he made no reply. The
black cap was then drawn down over his
face, the moose was attached to tho dangling
rope, and the sheriff, walking to corner,
pulled hard at a cord, and Waltz was
launched into eternity.
The German Army.
New YORK, May A letter from
Berlin says it was evident that the