The Express. — 1866-01-09 (London, England)

STAFFORD, TUMMY MORNING.  Charles Christopher Robinson was executed this morning is front of the county gaol at Stafford, and in the prisms of a ooecourse of 4,000 spectators, amonvd whom his youth (he was in his 19th pear) °maimed a large amount of sympathy.  Before hi; death he acknowledged the justice of his nteam On the scaffold he exclaimed, " Lord Jesus receive my spirit.* He appeared to die hard. He made a statement to the chaplain, but wished it to be kept from the public.  The unhappy young man would have b... 19 next May. His victim was somewhat olds: ; but she would have been only in her 19th year. They had for a long time bee. afilaseed, and lived together in the house in which the murder was committed.  The fasts of the murder may be briefly told as foilows : On the afternoon of Saturday, the 26th August. Mr. and Mrs. Fisher went oat fora drive into the country, leaving Robinson and Rimini Sager alone in the house, with a young man mined Wilson, a companion of Robinson's, in the garden. During the afternoon the girl was sees by a servant girl of Mr. Fisher's brother, who bad gone to the bonne on an errand, to be crying as she stood cleaning knives in the bmwhome, and Robinson stood leaning against the door. Shortly afterwards a nephew of Mr. Fisher's, a little boy, saw Robinson strike Seam with hist:pen hand in her tam be canes Oh* would not ;How him to inn her. The young man alluded to loft at 'bold 4 o'clock, and Robinson who bad been shooting sparrows with him in the Arden with a mall gun, want into the house. At about a quarter past 4 the neighbours were alarmed by a in that Robin. eon had shot Harriet, and, upon entering the breirkona, the poor girl was found lying on the door in a large pool of blood, with her throat cut from ear to ser, the wound being so deep that  the upper portion of the verbstral column could be TA seen et the back of the neck. Life was quite extinct—indeed, death must have been almost in- I'4 Mantuan'. At the time the neighbours entered upon n the scene of the murder, Robinson was observed to come 11! down stairs with an open razor in his hand. He was then in his shirt sleeves, for he had not washed or dreamed himself during the day. He went into the scullery where his victim lay dead on the floor, and, standing in the front of a lookingglue that was hanging upon the wall, be deliberately cut his throat three times with the razor. At this juncture be was secured, a surgeon was sent for, and his self-inflicted wounds were sewn up after some resistance on his part. After his committal to prison, Robinson did not seem to  entertain any expeotstion that any other fate awaited him ; than that which he has now suffered. The defence al., upon the trial, however, was, Gm, that &agar had gi committed suicide, and that the prisoner in grief attempted eN his own life ; and next, that he was insane when he COMmilted the murder, iniminity being hereditary in his family, 11 as wee shown by the fad of his half.sieter being then in a I:, lunatic asylum. It maid not, however, be shown that he g was insane either before or after the murder.  Before his trial he wrote a letter to Mr. Tidier, in which I ii the following passage occurs: "0, it was in an unguarded moment that I yielded to the device of Satan. I hope and trust the Lord Jesus will have mercy on her poor soul, which had not one moment to prepare. 0 how my broken heart does pant, I can hear it. I think of my dear Banish day and night. I am allways talking to her in my dreams. I very often ma her, nobody li news the tears that I shoed I fell and sea more every day. But dear Uncle it is to late to undo that which .8 is done, but not to late to be pardoned by the God of ri mercy who is ready and even waiting to forgive me all 8 my sins it does not matter how great my sins 8, are, for the blood of Jesus Christ can clause me from all g sin. The Lord has broken my heart, and made me r to know the great need as I have of his dear only eon, and he has pierced me through with many t sorrows, but I have deserved aIL Dear Uncle t a little time and all this trouble and sorrow will be o'er, II and then I hope to meet thew that I have loved before, E were the wicked cease from trobling and the weary Grey a laden sinners are at rest. dear Uncle my time is all own. pied with the Lord Jeans my prayers are continually fi going up to Christ to forgive me all my past sine. The 9 Lord turns no one away ;he is full of mercy to me the 8, chief of sinners are welcome writes. I have aliment allergy, got a pain in my bed its through being confined much not t being used to it. I hope you are all well." Stafford was unusually quiet throughout last night, for si  the night before the execution. This was due in some pert to a somewhat heavy fall of snow, commencing at shout 10 o'clock, and continuing for some time. A number of tr►velling musician and card sharpen entered the town and plied their ceilings at the public houses as at fair times ; and there was a ginger-bread and coffee stall, with a coke fire in it, at which the proprietors , were vending their wares throughout the night, and they  seemed to do a good trade. The executioner wee a man named Smith, of Dudley, who has for some years performed the duties of hangman at Stafford.  DEATH or Miss