The Sun. — 1863-11-23 (London, England)

INL.ry's Hospital, on the bodies of Mrs, Hunt and her two children, when Harriett Blake, the unmarried sister of the former, was called up to give evidence, she handed to the coroner a packet of letters which she had received during the previous 12 months from the murdered woman, The coroner at the time thought it was unnecessary to read them, but said they might be reserved in case it was felt desirable in the course of the inquiry that they should be referred to. This was not done, and the jury recorded their verdict of " Wilful murder" against the suicide Samuel William Hunt. A subsequent perusal of the letters which were placed in the hands of the Court proves that had they been read a greater amount of light would have been thrown by them upon the tragical event and the circumstances which led to it than almost all the evidence produced. are now subjoined, and a perusal of them will not only deepen the interest felt in thi shorwr T horrible murder, but prove beyond a doubt that from the commencement of the year down almost to the period of the murder the unfortunate woman had feared that such would be the end of her career, in consequence of the repeated threats and brutal violence of her worthless husband. That some such suspicion was ever present to the poor. creature's mind is evident, as, in addition to her statements as to Hunt's attempts to poison her, she almost invariably concludes with an injunction to her sister to keep her letters. The first letter, enclosed in an envelope, bearing the most-mark the 23d of January, 1863, is addressed (as they all are) to " Miss H. Blake, 124, St. John-street, Smithfield, City," and is as follows ;  Friday, January, 1863.  Dear Harriett--I am very unhappy, and sorry to hear you are the same. Been such a dreadful row. I don't know what I shall do. Don't come. He said this morning he shall come and see all our relations to-night, and ask them all to our house, and then they shOuld see how he treated me. John, and Ann, and all should come to-night. So don't, I pray you, any of you come. So unhappy. He calls me such names, and wished last night a dreadful wish, and then said, "If he chose to kill me he could do it in such a manner he would not be found out; he could melt me to nothing, all but my hair." So don't come, if he comes to ask any of you. I pray don't. What shall I do ?—and don't you say much to him, for my sake. I hope I shall see you some time or other. Good-bye. In haste.  P.S.—Don't let him think you know anything, Ile don't know I have sent this letter, mind.  The next bears the postmark Feb. 27, and runs thus ;  Friday, February.  Dear Harriett,—What am Ito do? I wish I knew. I laid down last night before he came home, and he had not got a key to get in with, so he had to get in at the window, and I did not hear him. Of course there was a row. He beat my head with both his hands just like a ball. I have got a black eye this morning. lam not to eat, drink, nor sleep with him again. I cannot be more unhappy than now, I don't think. If you get this in time come over tonight; if not come over to-morrow morning. If you can come to-night I shall like it.—l remain your unhappy sister, M.