The Life and Death of Mrs. Maria Bickford: A beautiful female, who was inhumanly murdered, in the moral and religious city of Boston, on the night of the 27th of October, 1845, by Albert J. Tirrell, her paramour, arrested on board the Ship Sultana, off New Orleans, December 6thClergyman of Brunswick, Me.
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The Life and Death of Mrs. Maria Bickford: A beautiful female, who was inhumanly murdered, in the moral and religious city of Boston, on the night of the 27th of October, 1845, by Albert J. Tirrell, her paramour, arrested on board the Ship Sultana, off New Orleans, December 6th
Clergyman of Brunswick, Me.
Bickford, Mary Ann, 1824-1845; Murder -- Massachusetts -- Boston; Tirrell, Albert John, 1824-1880
On the evening of the next day, the company reached Brunswick. Maria
arrived at the apartments previously allotted to her, in cheerful
spirits, and full of glowing hope. She did not know the feeling of
homesickness. Her whole mind was wrapped up in the anticipation of great
intellectual advancement. It was Saturday night. Every thing was new and
interesting which greeted her eyes. Some of the students, to render her
new abode more pleasing at the beginning, serenaded her with very sweet
music, beneath her window, at midnight. When the music ceased, she
noticed in it a resemblance to that which she had heard in her singular
dream at the hotel in the Lucky Basin. As she heard the footsteps of the
departing serenaders, she fell into a profound reverie, which was
succeeded by a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER III.
_Sleigh Rides--An Ardent Son of the South--The Author in the
Pulpit--The Flash of First Love, and Love at First Sight--First
Love Letters--Note of a Seedy Genius--Virtue with a
Slaveholder--Evidence of Maria’s Seduction--Her Affecting Appeal to
the Seducer--His Indifference and Inhumanity--The Evils of
Imprudence stare Maria in the Face--The Spot upon the Soul--Her
Promise Violated--The Words from the Crow Quill--She faints away._
Six months after the time which brought our last chapter to a close,
Maria attended the church of which I was pastor, in Brunswick. It was on
a Sabbath morning in midwinter. The snow lay deep on the ground, and the
merry bells and the happy faces of that morning of gay sunlight and
sparkling frost bespoke the pleasures to be anticipated from many a
sleigh-ride. On this occasion Maria was accompanied by a young man who
had arrived in the village the week previous, and entered the medical
college as a student. He was from Georgia, and his manly bearing,
brunette face, jet-black eyes, and curling ringlets, indicated his
temperament to be as ardent as a Southern sun could make it. His name
was Theodore Maxwell. His father trafficked in human flesh, and bartered
virtue for a price; and the loose improvidence of the son told plainly
of there being great wealth in the family. His demeanor indicated that
he was on the best terms with himself, and, moreover, that he had a
taste for licentious gratifications. He was rich, (no matter by what
means,) and that was quite sufficient to place him in full favor with
the women, and render him “a good fellow” with the men. Theodore and
Maria entered the church, and seated themselves in a pew on the broad
aisle.
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