The Sun. — 1862-06-05 (London, England)

COMMERCIAL INTELLIGENCE. (Via Father Point.)  NEW YORK, MAY 24, Evening. Money is abundant. Gold is quoted 3a per cent. prem. Sterling Exchange, bankers, 114 ; commercial, 113. Stocks dull, United States Sixes registered 1881, 104.  Cotton firmer, at an advance of lc. per lb. The sales of the past two days amount to 2,000 bales. Breadstuffs—Winter red wheat, 1 dol. 15c. ; Chicago, 1 dol. ; Extra State flour, 4 dots. 55c. ; mixed Western corn, 50c. Lard, 8-3-c. Tallow, 94c. Coffee quiet. Spirits of turpentine steady. Freights to Liverpool—Flour, 3s. ; wheat, 18.  her out of Tennessee and sent her on to New Jersey —I thank them kindly for doing so—and saw his wife ploughing, endeavouring to raise corn for her suffering and starving children. That is the spirit of secession, gentlemen. And yet you have a set of God forsaken, unprincipled men at the North who are apologising for them and sympathising with them. (Applause.) When they took Haum out and placed him oa the scaffold they had a drunken chaplain. They were kind enough to notify him an hour before the hanging that he was to hang. Baum at once made an application for a Methodist preacher, a Union man, to come and pray for him. They denied him the privilege, and said that God didn't hear any prayers on behalf of any -- Union shrieker, and he had literally to do without the benefit of the clergy. But they had near the gallows an unprincipled, drunken chaplain of their own army, who got up and undertook to apologise for Hawn. He said " This poor, unfortunate man, who is about to pay the debt of nature, regrets tho course he took. He said he was misled by the Union paper." Haum rose up, and with a clear, stentorian voice, said— " Fellow-citizens,—There is not a word of truth in that statement. I have authorised nobody to make such a statement. What I have said and done I have done and said with my eyes open, and if it were to be done over, I would do it again. I am ready to hang, and you can execute your purposes." He died like a man ; he died like a Union man ; like an East Tennesseean ought to die. As God is my fudge, I would sooner be Haum in the grave to-day, than any one of the scoundrels concerned in his murder. (Great applause.) Time rolled on ; one event after another occurred; and finally a man of excellent character, one of Andy Johnson's constituents from Greene county, by the name of Hessing Self, was condemned to be hung by this drumhead court martial, and they were kind enough to let him know that he was to hang a few hours before the hour appointed. His daughter, who had come down to administer to his comfort and consolation—a most estimable girl, about 21 years of age—Elizabeth Self, a tall, spare made girl, modest, handsomely attired, begged leave to enter the gaol to see her father. They permitted her, contrary to their usual custom and their savage barbarity, to go in. They had him in a small iron cage, a terrible affair; they opened a little door and the gaoler admitted her. A parcel of us went to witness the scene. As she entered the cage where her father was—who was to die at four o'clock that afternoon—she clasped him around the neck, and he embraced her also, throwing his arms across her shoulders. They sobbed and cried, they shed their tears and made their moans, I stood by, and I never beheld such a sight since God Almighty made me, and hope I may never see the like again. When they had parted, wringing each other by the hand, as sho came out of the cage, stammering and trying to utter something intelligible, she lisped my name. She knew my face, and I could understand as much as that she desired me to write a despatch to Jeff. Davis and sign her name, begging him to pardon her father. I worded it about thus :  " Hon. Jefferson Davis (I did not believe the first word I wrote was the truth, but I put it there for the sake of form)—My father, Hessing Self, is sentenced to be hanged at 4 o'clock to-day. I am living at home, and my mother is dead. My father is my earthly all ; upon him my hopes are centred ; and, friend, I pray yon to pardon him.—Respectfully, "