Year: 1873

The following is the letter OF Frank


Walworth's father to Mrs. Walworth,
! which Frank received and read aud
which doubtless induced him to repair
at once TO New York to see his father
under the impression u at il was nec-
essary to do something to save the life
OF his mother. We must say this let
ter of the father goes far to explain
and paliiate the rash act of the son.


wALwoRTH's LAST LETTER TO his WIFE


SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MoRNiNe.1


May Both, 1873.


Prepare yourself for the inevitable.
| am getting over my wasting fever
and shall be out of my room in q few
days. / am going to call upon my
children. My heart is starving for
their caresses. Make the interview
when l come, just as pleasant as posi-
BILE. l cannot stay from them much
longer will see them peaceably, il
can, or with tragedy, if must
Their little faces haunt me as they are
mine. Popish cruelty must bend to
the demand of a fathers heart. or the
Walworth name goes out in blood
Keep Frank Walworth out of my way
you have taught him to hate me, and his
presence is an obstruction in my way
that will only excite fatal evaporation.
| want to see my little girls and come
away peacefully. Beware that You
do not in any way arouse the phrenzy
which you have known to exist since
you left me. There is reasonable
way to deal with me. shall have my
rights under that decree with no fur
ther legal delay or expense. i have
conceded promptly every right to You
under that decree and now l am going
to sec my children, and you shall not
bring them up to hate their loving
father. Eliza Backus has written to
me that you will do it if you can from
yonr associations with them, and then
! shall shoot you and myself on those
door-steps, for have nothing further
to live for. Do right, Ellen Harden,
and you will find me prompt to do
right. 1 am broken-hearted desper-
ado. Save this letter for lawyers and
courts If you please. God is my law
yer now-not that remorseless, brutal
God that you and Eliza Backus and C.
A. Walworth worship: but the God
that planted love for my little girls in
my heart, and that says to that bereft
tiger, KILL! Oh, You wretch, that kept
me two years from the little hands and
hearts that love me. Your only excuse
was my poverty and misfortunes.
Should my children refuse to speak to
me in the streets of Saratoga, and I
shall say to myself that she is teaching
them all to hate broken hearted faith
er. All is lost and tragedy must
come. When l know from the con-
duct of the little girls that you have
taught them to hate me, two pistol
shots shall ring about that house, one
staying you and the other mvself.
know that you have no personal fear
mo more than haye-but we both
must die when that discovery reaches
my brain that you have estranged my
young children from me: YOU shall
have your life; if my little girls do
not love me, then my lite is valuelcss.
and shall die with feeling of luxury
and rest. But you will have to attend
me to the spirit land, the God of JUS
tice demands II. Ifyou do right under
that decree all may be well, but now
my heart is agonized for my little
children. IL you have common sense
you would know how to appreciate
danger. tSfgned


MANSFIELD TRACY WALwoRTu.