Year: 1859

'"'"B VI tus ueeP leeIing tnat peTvaue0
that city, You may thank your God
that this deed Of yours was not done In
some communities in this land. Had it
been, Lynch Law, that very hour, and
at the very next lamp post, would have
been your doom.


| rejoice to know that the people Of
Baltimore at that trying moment, al.
though greatly excited aud deeply sssick-
en- with horror At your crime, did not
loose their presence Of mind or their
reverence for the law Of the land. I re-
joice to know that you had ample time
to prepare for your defense, and that
you have had patient, separate, impair
tial and legal trial. l we'll know there
is point beyond which human forbear.
ance cannot easily 60, and that point
you and your associate had passed.


/ believe that thousands Of people in
this State, out Of the city Of Baltimore,
felt as l did--6rst, the dark spirit Of
wrath and vengeance, and then gloomy
sadness shrouds the soul. For it is tru-
" and inexpressibly sad to know that
such cold bloodcd and brutal murder
could have been done by one reared in
q Christian land-among Christian
people, and in the city Of Baltimore, too,
the center Of the civilization Of the State,
where public schools and Sunday schools
abound, and churches without number,
from the humble and unpretending lit
tie chapel or meseing house to the lofty
cathedral.


If you had never entered the threshold Of one
of those sacred edifccs, nor heard the preach.
er's voice, nor the deep tones Of the organ, nor
the solemn chant, nor the simple hymn Of
praise, yet you must have seen the outside of
these church structurcs-their lofty spires
pointing TO the Skies and ever inviting you
to lift your eyes, to look upward. And you
must also have oftentimes seen your fellow
creatures crowding the courts Of these sanctu-
aries, and must have known their object and
purpose. This fact alone nigh. one would
suppose, have been sufficient to have arrested
your attention, and caused you to stop and
think. And on Gods holy day, if at n6 9TH
er time, you must have heard the church bells
resounding from every steeple and reverbera-
ting throughout every street. alley and house
in that city, summoning all to worship Him
to offer the sacrifice Of praise and Of prayer and
thanksgiving.


You must have heard those church bells
In your choosing dens' you must have heard
them; in your gambling hell" you must have
heard them; in your filthy brothel, in the har-
lots embrace you must have heard th.m; ev-
erywherc you must have heard them summon
ing you from the road to hell to the way to
heavenl And that human heart Of yours
for in spite Of all contrary appearances, you
must ct least, have human heart in your boz
som; my reason tells me SO. It cannot be-
Of stone, for you c,uld notlive if itwere stone
Then this human heart Of yours must have
felt, and often, too, at different periods of
your life, the ssstings and arrows Of guilty
conscience And the spirit Of God, too,
must have, time and again, made its power
felt in the deepest reccsses Of that heart Of
yours. To be sure, God has said-ssMy spirit
shall not always strive with man whose breath
is in his nostrils." He does sometimes say
ssLet him alone! He is Joined TO his idols
let him alone This may be your case. It
may be that this is the secret Of the whole
matter--the key that unlocks the mystery Of
your iniquity-and that We have found 1t
last sthe true theory Of this case" God grs Mt
that it may not be so.


You and are about to part to meet no
more until we both stand at the last day, be-
fore the same judgment seat--the throne Of
God.. And before We part would say to you
one thing more-you need not expect mercy
in this world; you will not receive it. Do
not hope for it. The sooner you abandon all
hope and expectation Of it the better for you.
You must turn for mercy from, man to God,
and you cannot even expect it there till that
iron heart Of yours melts - the iron which
melts in tho furnace Of fre.


A prophet Of God once spoke 10 king these
words: "Set thine house in order, for thou
shalt die and not live" And, We are told, the
king s.turned his face to the wall and prayed
These words Marion Crop, now sclemnly
speak to you.


'set thine house in order, for thou shalt die
and not live. And let me beg Of you for
your own sake, do as that king did, turn your
face to the wall and pray unto God. would
entreat you, would implore you. Oh, do not,
for your fathers sake; whose gray hairs are