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
After an uneventful journey we arrived at Truro at six P.M., and
drove at once to the Home of the Community of the Epiphany, where I
stayed during the remainder of my term of six months. I am told that
some comment has been made on the fact that the Home was a religious
retreat, and that I ought to have been sent to a secular one instead.
I went there entirely of my own desire. On our arrival there I bade a
last farewell to my kind companion--one of the sweetest women it has
been my privilege to meet. The Mother Superior, who had visited me
three months previously at Aylesbury Prison, received me tenderly, and
at once conducted me to my room. How pure and chaste everything looked
after the cold, bare walls of my prison cell! How the restful quiet
soothed my jarred and weakened nerves, and, above all, what comforting
balm the dear Mother Superior and the sweet sisters poured into the
wounds of my riven soul!
I look back upon the six months spent within those sacred walls as the
most peaceful and the happiest--in the true sense--of my life. The
life there is so calm, so holy, and yet so cheerful, that one becomes
infected, so that the sad thoughts flee away, the drooping hands are
once more uplifted, and the heart strengthened to perform the work that
a loving God may have ordained.
I passed several hours of each day working in the sewing-room with the
sisters. During my leisure time I read much, and when the weather was
fine delighted in taking long walks within the lovely grounds that
surround the Home. I did not go out in the country, nor attend the
services on Sunday at the Cathedral.
I left Truro on the 20th of July a free woman--with a ticket-of-leave,
it is true, but as I am exempt from police supervision even in
England, I have no need to consider it in America or elsewhere.
By the courtesy of the American Ambassador, the Hon. Joseph H. Choate,
I was provided with an escort to accompany me and my companion on our
journey from Truro to Rouen, France.
The Hon. John Hay, Secretary of State, Washington; the Hon. Joseph H.
Choate, Mr. Henry White, Chargé d’Affaires, and Mr. Carter, Secretary
of Embassy, at London, have always been most earnest in my cause. I
deeply appreciate their untiring efforts in my behalf.
I COME TO AMERICA
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