I then told her what my intentions were, promising her at the same time, that if she would consent to marry me before returning to her father’s home, I would desist. This she flatly refused, saying at the same time, that she would rather die than ever permit herself to be led to the altar by me after taking such a dishonorable course. She then attempted to escape, but finding that I prevented her, she began to cry out for help, that so enraged me that I caught up a towel which was hanging up and tried to force it into her mouth. I then twisted it around her neck, choking her until she was insensible, I then proceeded to accomplish my hellish purpose, and knowing that if she should recover she would immediately expose me, I therefore resolved on her death, which I consummated by tying a pocket handkerchief around her neck so tight as to prevent the possibility of her breathing. I then left her, and, making my way unperceived, fled from the city. After that, my disposition became if possible, more reckless. I cared little what I did. I reproached myself with all the bitterness of anguish, and my very soul was tormented for years, as though I felt the wrath of God, and the torments of hell. I would this moment, if I had the choice, suffer twenty mortal deaths, such as she did, then again enter into the like feeling which I have suffered. But I am about to be released. But if you who hear me could but conceive the slightest idea of the sufferings my poor heart felt, you would no doubt, look on me with pity and not with scorn; but I hope my death will be an example to those who survive me, for I am satisfied to leave this world, and deserve the fate that awaits me. He then faltered back, faintish and silent. The above named Eliza Morton was murdered on the twenty-second of June, 1833, as we ascertained from the coroner’s books, and from her bereaved parents, whom he left to sigh after their only daughter. Ann’s cruelty and atrocity at this time reached to a mature age, for she was enveloped in innocent blood, and it seems almost impossible that such crimes could possibly be committed by one of such tender looking countenance as she possessed even at the bar. Such a course continued quite smoothly for four years. On one occasion, an intended victim had a child about eighteen months old, sometimes subject to fits. In these fits the child would scream in a most horrible manner. It happened to have one of these fits while in Ann Walters’ house. She was so enraged upon hearing its cries, that she flew at the child, tearing the clothes from off the victim of her wrath, biting it at the same time in the most dreadful manner, and as if this was not enough to satisfy her brutal disposition, the child still continuing to scream, she caught it up and held it with her own hands to the fire, until its face was burned to a cinder. She then threw it in a cave in the cellar.