The Grange advance., 1874-10-07
are sometimes taken at . single haul,
and the Indians have enough for their
own use, and an ample supply for the
amarket.-Virgi7eia (Nev. Chronicle.
SIR R06ER IN JAIL.
in NTikzbank PrisOn--An Affecting
EntcrVievy.

Interview.
A convict in an English prison is per-
mittcd to see his friends once in six
months; and, availing themselves Of
this privilege, some Of the friends Of
Arthur Orton went the other day to see
him in Nillbank. These were DR..
kenealy, Lord Rivers and Mrs. Orton,
or Lady Tichborne.'' In his paper,
the Englishmo1a, DR.. Kencaly gives the
following extraordinary account Of the
interview:
How shall we describe this dreadful
scene! How shall we paint what was
beheld? DR.. Kenealy was at Alillbank
at 2 with Lord Rivers and Lady Tich-
borne. They were shown into a 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
bluebottle fly could hardly penetrate.
This may be called No. l. In No. 2
is compartment where 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 victims 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. l from No.
3 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 a sort o. pepper-and-salt
coat, with breeches 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 it? 1t was that of corpse
three days dead; a mingled black and
white, painful and dreadful to see. He
has fallen away fcarfully. In six
months he has lost nine stone: he was
twenty.six stone last February, and he
now weighs hut seventeen. His hair
was cropped close 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 ell 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 the 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, I
am yet glad and yet sorry to see YOU
The voice was like the voice of spirit !;
so sad, so broken, so melancholy. All
light has left his eyes. He seems how
ering between life and death. Tears
were in the eyes Of Lord Rivers :;
his wife was terribly affected. DR..
Kcnealy could not speak for minute
or two. Tichborne stood nearly the
whole twenty minutes, leaning against
the bars; but he really seemed too
weak and as if the effort exhausted
what little strength he had. Lord
Rivers spoke to him in the most kindly
and cheering manner; but it was as if
he spoke to the dead or dying. He
read out letter which Mr.. Guildford
Onslow had written, full of zeal, and
hope, and encouragement. He listened
gratefully but spoke not word. He
himself is allowed to receive no letters;
he knows nothing Of the outside world.
Asked if he heard anything, he an
swered sadly, 'No, nothing but the
scream of thcs wind.'' He is under
the doctors hands, but his
hours seemed numbered. 1t is
| impossible that he can long survive.
Lord Rivers asked him what sort of q
bed he had. The poor fellows coun-
tenance fell. The warder interposed,
saying. 'You must' not ask, and he
must not answer any questions about
the prison discipline. After this, Of
course, no more was said on the subject.
DR.. Kenealy, after they had been there
about five minutes, said to him: ''Sil
Roger, the Jesuit and whig prin:s are
circulating far and wide that the prison
has unmasked one of your disguises,
and thst your hair is red like Orton's.
Permit me to request you to remove
your cap that I may judge for myself
! he gave melancholy hall
smile, and removed q dark.
cQlored cap-it it looked like
brown paper-from his head. The red
and carroty locks Of Orton appeared
not, but the da-k hair of Roger Itch.
borne--nearly as dark as that of his
uncle, Alfred Seymour, whose remark.
able likeness to him has always been
noticed. But his suferings have
changed its general appearance. Amid
the shining black could be seen thin
gTaVs lines: in q little while ha will he