Mrs. Maybrick's Own Story: My Fifteen Lost YearsMaybrick, Florence Elizabeth
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Mrs. Maybrick's Own Story: My Fifteen Lost Years
Maybrick, Florence Elizabeth
Maybrick, Florence Elizabeth, 1862-1941; Trials (Murder) -- England; Women prisoners -- England
I feel that I owe you such a debt of gratitude for the truly noble,
beautiful, and womanly manner in which you have used that glorious
gift of God--your genius--in the cause of a helpless and sorely
afflicted sister, whose claim to your compassion was but that of a
common humanity and nationality, that I feel I must send you a few
lines, if only to disabuse your mind of any lingering doubts of my
gratitude that my silence may have caused to arise. My dear mother
has, I believe, explained to you the almost insurmountable difficulty
I find in writing to friends abroad, with only one letter every two
months at my disposal, and which I do not feel justified in depriving
her of. I can, therefore, only express through her from time to time
my heartfelt thanks for all that has been and is still being done
in my behalf. I utterly despair, however, of finding words that
shall convey to you even the faintest idea of the fulness of a heart
completely overwhelmed by the sympathy, kindness, and generosity of my
friends. My feelings of love, however, and admiration for you and them
is simply beyond all power of expression.
The world may and does bemoan the gradual extinction in this
generation of those finer and nobler traits of character which
our forefathers so beautifully exemplified; lays at the door of a
higher civilization the terrible increase of selfishness, pride, and
indifference to all the higher duties of Christianity. But, I ask,
where can a grander exception be found to such apparent degeneration
than that displayed by the conduct of those truly noble men and women,
who, without a thought of self or of the trouble involved, have stood
forth to plead the cause of their countrywoman? Could man do more
than he is doing? Could woman do more for her nearest and dearest than
the ladies of America are doing for me? No! a thousand times, no!
Some day, my health and purse permitting, I shall hope to tell them
face to face, if mere words can tell, how greatly their faithful,
unwearying efforts, their undaunted energy, their sympathy and
kindness and generosity have helped me to rise above the depressing
influences of the injustice I am suffering under, to endure patiently,
to bear bravely the hardships of this life, and to feel through all
that the hope and comfort afforded me by their help is but a beautiful
example of the way in which God answers the prayers of his people.
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