Ever since her husband was sent to prison, this devoted wife has visited him twice a month, (having been furnished with a free pass by the officers of the rail road which passes near the prison,) and to judge by the report of those who have an opportunity of observing him every day, the prisoner has commenced that Christian life, to which the prayers and loving efforts of his wife were designed to lead him. Nothing can be said that would add to the force of the lesson contained in the facts here narrated. If a life-time of imprisonment, and the blighting of the hopes and happiness of loved ones, do not show with sufficient impressiveness the result of crime, imagination will in vain attempt to supply the deficiency. I append a letter received by me from the criminal, some time after his committal to the State Prison:-- W----, July 18, 1854. Kind Friend-- For I must consider you as such, because through your instrumentality I have been saved, perhaps, from a worse fate than has befallen me. I think through this, I have been taught to see what a sinner I am. I am truly penitent for this crime, as well as all my disobedience to the just laws of God. I mean, through the help of Almighty power, to serve my Creator the remaining years of my life. It is strange how I was tempted to do that crime. I never was inclined to do evil or keep bad company. In fact, I kept no company hardly, except that of my wife and little ones. Oh! how my heart throbs to break loose and join them! Look upon yours as you can in freedom, and think of me. It almost suffocates me to call them before me in my mind. Oh, horrors! little did I ever think such a fate would befal me! I cannot tell why I did it, more than this--to pay my debts. How they did trouble me--how should I ever pay them? But this was not the way to cancel them. I do not love money--not at all. I never desired to be rich, only to be square with the world. I became indebted by inexperience and pride. I would tell you the little story of my life, if I could. My connections, except my father, are pious people. My mother was a good Christian, and died in the happy hope of Heaven. She called me to her bedside about two months before her death. That was the last time I saw her alive; and when she parted with me, she clasped me to her bosom, with these words--"My son, obey God and meet me in Heaven!" Oh! how full of meaning, and a mother's love. But this is too painful. I cannot write of this. You can imagine my feelings at this time. But the evil tempter has left me now, and I pray to God, never to return. Do warn others of my sad fate, to shun the road to ruin.