The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-10-08
SIR ROGER IN JAIL.
Horrible Sufferings of the Claimant
in Millbank PrisOn-.An Affecting
Interview.

A convict in an English prison is per-
mitted to see his friends once in six
months; and, availing themselves of
this privilege, some of the friends of
Arthur Orion went the other day to see
him in Millbank. These were DR..
Kenealy, Lord Rivers and Mrs. Orion,
or Lady Tichborne." In his paper,
the Engtishman, DR.. Kenealy gives the
following extraordinary account Of the
interview:
How shall we describe this dreadful
scene? How shall we paint what was
beheld! DR.. kencaly was at Millbank
at with Lord Rivers and Lady Itch
borne. They were shown into room
divided into three compartments. In
the farthest compartment is the claim
ant. He has no chair, but must stand
like wild beast all the time. He is
surrounded by iron bars three-quarters
of an inch thick; these again are inter-
laced with thick wire, through which a
bluebottle fly could hardly penetrate.
This may be called No. |. In No. 2
is compartment where a warder sits
during the whole twenty minutes al
lowed for the interview. with long,
brass-hilted sword, ready, no doubt, for
action, if required. This warder is sep
arated from No. 3, where the victim S
visitors are, by range of wild-cage
iron bars, interlaced with thick wires
similar to those which bind the pris-
oner in No. |. The width Of the COM
partment that separates No. from No.
is about seven or eight feet /: SO that
the prisoner in the first cage is far
removed from the visitor in the third.
The spectacle presented when Sir
Roger entered was pitiable. He was
dressed in sort o. pepper-and-salt
coat, with brooches Of the same mate
rial: he wore very dark blue stockings,
and there was kind of blue and
white comforter round his neck, for
he IS IN the hospital-poor fellow-and
has been suffering from his old complaint
asthma. But his face-how shall we
describe itl 1t was that Of corpse
three days dead mingled black and
white, painful and dreadful to see. He
has fallen away fearfully. In six
months he has lost nine stone: he was
twenty-six stone last February, and he
:, now weighs but seventeen. His hair
was cropped cluse his beard clipped
and he has sort of moustache. The
hands. once so white and beautiful, are
wasted away, and are deadly pale, the
elegant nails are all that remain unal.
tered, and they are bloodless.
As the features waste the likeness to
the young Robert Tichborne of the
Chilli photograph becomes more appa-
rent: tn. wan and death-like lineaments
resemble in the highest degree the
features of his mother IS she lay in
, death. He said to his wife. "Mary, !
am vet glad and yet sorry to see you.
Tie voice was like the voice Of spirit
, % sad. so broken, so melancholy. All
light has left his eyes. He seems how.
r ering between life and DEATH Tcaas
were in the eyes Of Lord Rivers
/ his wife was terribly affected. DR.
Kenealy could not speak for a minuts
, or two. Tichborne stood nearly thu
whole twenty minutes, leaning against
the bars; but he really seemed tor
. weak and as if the effort exhauste(
what little strength he had. Lore
; Rivers spoke to him in the most kindly
, and cheering manner; but It was q