Alston Herald, and East Cumberland Advertiser. — 1879-03-01 (Alston, Cumbria, England)

MRS DYSON'S CONNECTION WITH PEACE.  A PERSONAL STATEMENT.  Mrs Dyson was desirous, before leaving Ibis country, of contradicting in the moat emphatic terms the imputations whioh have been freely oast upon her character and her morality. She has accordingly made a statement, in which she says : "He wanted me to leave my husband! Positively to leave my husband. What should Ido that for P' I said. If you will only go to bianoheater,' he answered, ' I will take a store (Amerioan for shop) for yon, and spend £5O in fitting it up. You shall have a cigar store or a picture store. You are a finelooking woman. You look Well in fine things, and I will mend you fine clothes and jewellery, and if you want to pawn them it would be easy. The pawnbroker would think everything all right. Suppose, for instanoe, you had a grand pair of bracelets on, all you woald have to do would be to go into the pawnbroker's, take them off your wrist,' and say, 'I want to pawn these things.' He also said, 'lf you will only do what I wadt you, there shall not be such another lady in England as you may be.' When he found he could not seemed by fair means, then be tried what threats and persecutions would do. He once came into my house, and said as I would not do what he wanted, he would annoy and torment me to the end of the world. I think no ' woman has ever been tried as I have. Why, ever since I came from America to give evidence, they have been trying me, not Peace. I want the public to understand that I have been tested to the utmost, and yet what has been proved against me? Why absolutely nuthing. All that has been said about myself and Peace is a lie, and wish it to be put down as a lie. I didn't know that Peace was a burglar until after the murder. But what I know explains a good deal. For instance, when we were walking out together, if I happened to look into a .hop window, he would say to me, 'ls there anything there you would like? If there is I will get it for you before morning.' He would say that if I looked into a jeweller's or a draper's shop. He came to my door one morning just as he was going to Manchester. He then had a satchel with him. Looking into the room where I was, he said I'll have you dead or alive. I'll have you, or else I'll torment you to the end of your life.' On another occasion, when I had defied him, he said 'l'll make yon so that neither man nor woman shall look at you, and then I'll have you to myself.' I answered, 'Never; what can you do? What are you oapable of ?" No matter,' he replied, 'l'll do it.' My opinion is that he is a perfect demon—not a man. I am told that since he has been sentenced to death he has become a changed character. That I don't believe. The place to which the wioked go is not bad enough for him. I chink its occupants, bad as they might be, are too good to be where he is. My life-long regret will be that I ever knew him."  It will delight you to know that the New Tame Cam ate now conveying the People to and from the Grainger Street EatabUMment of Smtwaity k Soar. the celebrated Tu. Damage, every Tea Iliaatcm—Advt.  Delays are dengerour, therefore if yet are rasing from • bad rough or *old, di/dealt, of breathier., Hoarseness, or say other affection of the sheet and Isom delay not. but at oaee go and Ft • bottle of Baddsses Balsam of Horehound and Ooltsfoot—one dose relieves; one hotels eenssialky mires. Prlee ls làdead9d. Agent for Aletes—Mor Geo. TSOMPION, ; for Hexham—Hemas ease' k Sow.  Every one who writes mash will admit that very much, not only of 'peed but fluency% depends on the pen, How irritating is a scratchy pen, how annoying a pen that dip tiny holes in the paper, how exasperatMg the pen that has to be dipped into the ink-bottle twice in the course of every line! There are, in fact, more varieties of the disagreeable pen than I have space to eau:berate or than I ean even remember at this moment with a delightful gilt J pan running smoothly along under my fingers. Past annoyances are forgotten In the luxury of handling a well-behaved and willingminded pen. It is one of a number of wimples sent me from the maaufactory of Joan Hum,