The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-03-27
JNRS. 11A YBRICK LIVES QUIETLY
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 Are what they give us there
 For flowers have been known to heal
 A common mans despair.
 And so in these new intimacies W th the loving. sothing voices of nature she is says her mother, putting off the deaden- ing influences of the prison life.
 Mrs. Maybricks removal to this de- lightful retreat is due to the efforts of a philanthropic woman, the Duchess oi Bedford. For several years the duchess has been a prison visitor at Aylesbury and has spoken kindly, encouraging words to many a poor soul serving a sentence within its walls. She became interested in Mrs Maybrick and assured the prisoners mother that anything she could do in her behalf would be done.
 But nothing. even international pro- tests. petitions and agitations which en- gagged the attention of diplomats, ambas- sadors and even the president of the United States and Queen Victoria, seemed powerful enough to open the prison doors to Mrs. Maybrick.
 Her Anomalous Position.
 Her life sentence, which the law some times construes as meaning twenty years has been shortened by the time gained TOT ROOd DtDdNlOI lO lOuA lONA SNoa oi which will be up in July.
 It is an anomalous position in which Mrs Maybricl5 finds herself today. She is not on ticket of leave yet she is as free as any ticket-of-leave convict. She is practically still serving her sentence till the home secretary signs her release in July, yet she walks the streets of Tru- TO, attends the church services and dimes with some of the highest society of Eng land.
 To this retreat at Truro comes women of the fashionable world for period of rest from the whirl of society; others of pious purpose, who impose the rigorous seclusion upon themselves as a sort of voluntary penance, and still others whom sorrow and bereavement have sent for peace and the uplifting of religion.
 Among the sisterhood many well known names, even titles, are concealed under the humble Marys, Margarets or Anns of the order.
 The moving spirit of the institution is the Hon. Miss Dalrymple, sister of the Earl of Stair and an intimate friend of the Duchess of Bedford.
 The Epiphany Home is only a short walk from the town of Truro. It is a long building in the Tudor style of archi- lecture, surrounded by large, well kept BIOulluS, anu WAS dI OIl6 liilit OIl6 Ol lilo handsomest private residences in all Cornwall. A new wing is now being built to accommodate the large number of wealthy visitors to the retreat. Other buildings under the supervision of the sisterhood are near the main house.
 Of great natural beauty is the situation of the home, In the extreme southwest end of England few miles inland from Falmouth Bay, lies the quiet little town. It snuggles away in hollow surrounded by wooded hills. Not being a manufac- turing town no smokes thickens its pure air or befouls the whiteness of it's build- ings. A handsome new cathedral, the corner stone of which was laid by the present king, rises from the clustering low roofed buildings.
 It is all so peaceful, quiet and whole some that it seems as if no better place could have been found for one to whom the transition from penal servitude in prison walls to the life of the world must needs be accomplished with some care and avoidance of sudden shock
 Happier Than She Expected.
 "But, alas she is not yet with me- writes her mother This will not be till later But she is happier than she ex- pected to be again. and has loving friends about her.
 No mention of Mrs. Maybrick should be made without some word about her moth- CT, herself a remarkable woman.
 'She Is Peter the Hermit" said an English journalist to the writer. "I never saw a woman who could so magnetize you and saturate you with her argu- ment"
 It is not only what she has talked, but what she has done that stamps the bar ae ap is due the fact that Mrs. Maybrick is not today in Aylesbury prison, or did not re- main there the rest of her life. The work that she has done can never be told. Since the time Mrs. Maybrick was sen tenced her mother has not let one day elapse, except when too i'll to leave her bed, that she has not labored for the re- lease of the prisoner.
 Everyone in authority or who could have any influence on the case has been besieged. Rebuffs and discouragements never counted. It was not once that an official was appealed to; 1t was many times After a while the untiring efforts began to tell. Ambassadors, functional res of the law, the house secretary-no one was allowed to forget that woman whose guilt had not been proved was serving a life sentence in an English prison.
 Most women would have sunk under the strain and either given up in hope less despair or died Not so the mother of Mrs. Maybrick She learned to use the typewriter. and kept the little ma chine ticking out letters to every one who might be of help. Her correspond ence began to asume the dimensions of a government official, but she attended to it all herself
 She moved, for reasons which the writer is not at liberty to divulge, to a little town in France. Here, with one old ser want, she lived the life of recluse, sell dom seen outside of her garden writing, writing every day and never ceasing to labor with wonderful hope and courage.
 Monthly Visits to Daughter.
 Every month she crossed the stormy channel, taking the weary journey to the English prison for a few minutes talk with the daughter she loved. Months and years went by still her spirit did not quail and her work never slackened.
 She put aside a box, and into this she began to lay away articles of wearing