Life and bloody career of the executed criminal, James Copeland, the great Southern land piratePitts, J. R. S. (James Robert Soda)
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Life and bloody career of the executed criminal, James Copeland, the great Southern land pirate
Pitts, J. R. S. (James Robert Soda)
Copeland, James, 1823-1857; Criminals -- Gulf States -- Biography
NOTE.—If the guilty should not, by any means be screened, yet if
positive doubts exist, the suspected should have the benefit of such
doubts. Accordingly the initials to the names of Moulton and Overall
have been omitted; as the jury on “trial” expressed doubts as to what
particular parties Copeland referred to in the names given. There are
many by the same name, and even part of the same initials, yet have no
affinity in anything else. It is said that “public sentiment is seldom
wrong, and never wrong long;” therefore with all the circumstances
before it, it is requested that the public will approach the subject
with an unprejudiced mind, and decide faithfully and justly to all
parties concerned.
LETTER OF JAMES COPELAND TO HIS MOTHER.
(_Written the night before his Execution._)
AUGUSTA, MISSISSIPPI, October 29th, 1857.
MRS. REBECCA COPELAND:
_My dear Mother_—It is with painful feelings indeed, that I attempt
writing to you on the present occasion. I take this opportunity,
knowing at the same time, that it is the last one of the kind which I
shall ever be permitted to enjoy while here on earth. It is long and
much that I have suffered while in prison since my first confinement in
Mobile county, and yet it seems as though nothing will pay the debt but
my life. I have had my trial and was convicted upon a charge of murder,
and I have received the awful sentence of death. The sheriff told me
to-day, that to-morrow at 2 o’clock I will be hanged, according to the
order of court. Oh, my dear mother, what an awful sound is this to
reach your ear. Oh, would it could be otherwise; but you are aware that
I justly merit the sentence. You are knowing to my being a bad man; and
dear mother, had you given me the proper advice when young, I would now
perhaps be doing well. It is often I have meditated on this subject
since my confinement in prison, and often have I recollected my good
old father’s advice when I was young, and repented a thousand times
over, with sorrow and regret, that I have failed to receive it as good,
benevolent advice. If such a course I had taken, I have no doubt, but
what I would be doing well at this time. But it is too late now to talk
of things past and gone. The time has come when I shall have to take my
departure from this world, and it pains my heart, to know that I have
to leave you and my brothers and sisters; and much am I mortified to
think how distantly you have treated me while here in prison. Not the
first time have you been to see me; but I can freely excuse you for all
this, and I do hope you will prepare to meet Jesus in Heaven.
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