The record-union., 1894-08-17
SAN FRANCISCO, Aug. 16.-Followin.
are the summaries OF to-day's races:
THE WAGES OF SIN.
Letter From tho Murderer of Mrs.
Robinson.
From the Ell Dorado Republican,

From the Ell Dorado Republican,
The Kanaka who is now in the Placer
vile jail, and who recently confessed to
the murder of Mrs. Robinson (at La
trobe), has been Waited at intervals by
Mrs. Isbell, in the performance of her
duties as Salyationist, and he has ad-
dressed to her letter in relation to the
crime which she has handed to the Re-
publican for publication. The kanaka
is young man who has had some op-
portunities of education in his own
country. He is described as man of
considerable native ability. and IS able
to read and write huently. His letter is
as follows:
PLACERvILLE, Ell Dorado Co., Cal.
August 3, 1894.
MRS. IsBELL: Please read these few
words down here. 1t is from poor un :
fortunate creature in distress. / COM
mitted this crime of murder under th @
influence of liquor; had it not been fol
liquor, l certainly never would have
done it, so / will write you a parable on
the downfall of man and woman; for our
transgressions we must suffer either in
this life or the life to come. But | hope,
kind lady, you will pray for me, for
know you are q good woman. The
world is full OF misery and shame, on ac-
count of sin. Men and women disgrace
themselves, and make their friends
wretched by vicious courses; not alone
bv those opon and outrageous acts which
human law Furnishes, but III many lesser
ways which the law cannot reach.
Malice and envy, and jealousy and covet-
BUSINESS, make nelghborhoodS un-
pleasant divide families and break
hearts.
Some commit such daring acts and fall
SO low that they turn sullen and desper-
ate. against all good influences, and make
no attempt to rise, declaring that IL is of
no use; that society will never believe in
their reformation, nor take them back,
and since they have done so much that is
bad, they may as well do worse, for there
is nothing to love. nothing To gain, and it
is no matter what becomes of them.
And yet, in spite of all this, the desire
to return is never wholly lost; no one is
so polluted but he has occasional long
ings for purer life: no one wanders so
far away but he is at times restless to go
back, wearying of wickedness and long
I ing for Gods forgiveness; no heart can be
so hardened but 1t has some tender spot.
How many men who are serving out
their term within prison walls yearn to
begin life of right conduct? How many
desire to break away from the bondage
fevil and stand up masters of them
selves? How many women in the world
long for right place among the good ?
Oh, could my sins be buried out of sight
and forgiven They say: "Oh. that l
might go where the sad and shameful
story would never be known
But they cannot forget it. The re-
membrauce of it haunts them relent-
| lessly; it bites like q serpent and stings
like an adder. They are almost dead to
hope, and all the springs Of aspiration
and noble endeayor seem to be broken.
| The same experience is true of those
whose bad passions, although they do
not lead them 10 commit crimes, make
households wretched and, perhaps, sun
der them forever. The utterance of un-
kind words, irritability, resentment and
bitterness have brought upon them such
trouble and anguish that they feel hope
leSsly entangled in the coils of evil and
are sick OF themselves, and they, too,
long to have the past blotted out and to
begin anew, but the conflict with self
seems so hopeless that they likewise cry
out in their despair that I'll is of no use,u
The anguish of these burdened ones
how great it is The past is so gloomy;
in the present, no satisfaction; and as for
the future. fearful-looking retribution.
They shrink from the inevitable to come;
from the imminent day which awaits
them, that day of terror and disnay to
evil doers. The weight OF personal re-
sponsibility weighs heavily upon many
souls that will not even look for deliv-
erer. They know that they have no help
in themselves, and yet have not courage
to look elsewhere.
These hunted, haunted ones are indeed
like the troubled sea, which cannot rest.
Compared to such a condition, what is
any ordinary calamity that can befall a
man? What poverty, or sickness, or
pain, or worldly loss? What are weari-
some days and anxious nights? o suffer
ing ones! What multitude ye are! Not