“In this stormy sea which is called the world I have only found fleeting pleasures and cruel disillusions. And if I felt any happiness I had to pay for it with bitter tears. Never believe in the love of men: for them love is a pastime. When you have sacrificed for them honour, family, religion, interest, youth, they will turn their shoulders to you with contempt, in search of other loves. That is the kind of thing that man is.” But the same woman writes passionately to her accomplice in murder, robbery, and adultery-- “Questo foglio dal cuor ti mando, L’ho scritto ieri sera lacrimando, L’ho scritto avante cena, Senza inchiostro e senza penna. La punta del mio cuore era la penna, Il sangue delle mia vene era l’ inchiostro, Se penna e calamaio poco ti costa, Se merito pietà ti prego d’ una riposta. Addio, Addio, Addio, mio bene, Addio, mio amore, Tu sei il mio cuore, Per ti morirò. 1886.” Another woman’s inscription is a pathetic recollection of an old ballad-- “I wish to God my baby was born, And smiling on its father’s knee, And I, poor girl, lay in my grave, The green grass growing over me.” Beneath a design of a funeral monument a thief wrote this inscription (translated from Lombroso)-- “Here lies the body of poor Tulac Who, tired of stealing in this world, Goes to steal in another. His happy relatives have erected this memorial.” Very significant of mental vacuity in solitude are some inscriptions given by Mr. Horsley:-- “21,000 times have I walked round this cell in a week.” “3330 bricks in this cell.” “131 black tiles, 150 red tiles in this cell.” Good resolutions and moral exhortations are not uncommon:-- “It’s no good crying, you have got to do it, then after you have done it don’t do it any more; I wont.” “Cheer up, girls; it’s no use to fret.” “Brethren in adversity, turn your heart to God and be happy.” “Good-bye all. Give up drink.” “½ pint whisky brought me here--took the pledge for 2 years--renewable for ever.” “The Lord saith, It is good to be here.” “The Almighty for master, the devil for servant. Amen.” “Fear God and scorn the Devil, then you will not be here again.” The Italian inscriptions supply a more dubious exhortation:-- “O thieves! our profession is ruined by those rascally judges. But courage! Forward!” This brief account would not be complete if I neglected to give some specimens of the imprecations, crude erotic aspirations, and perverse instincts which occupy some considerable space in Lombroso’s collection. I will leave them untranslated:--