The New York Tombs Inside and Out!: Scenes and Reminiscences Coming Down to the Present. A Story Stranger Than Fiction, with an Historic Account of America's Most Famous Prison.Munro, John Josiah
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The New York Tombs Inside and Out!: Scenes and Reminiscences Coming Down to the Present. A Story Stranger Than Fiction, with an Historic Account of America's Most Famous Prison.
Munro, John Josiah
Crime -- New York (State) -- New York; Halls of Justice (New York, N.Y.)
rascal who had so cruelly and unpardonably deceived the estimable young
lady, had been an inmate of four prisons, and was one of the most
notorious criminals in the country. It furthermore became known that at
the time he was in Massachusetts, he was wanted in St. Louis for
defrauding an Insurance Company to the extent of five thousand dollars.
He was hiding in a quiet Massachusetts town and improved the time in
winning for a bride the daughter of one of the most influential and
aristocratic families in old New England. He was sent to Sing Sing
Prison for several years, and the wife well nigh brokenhearted and bowed
to the dust in humiliation, returned to her parents a sadder and a wiser
woman. A divorce was the result.
I have seen mothers and wives kneeling at cell doors and pleading with
God for the deliverance and reclamation of sons and husbands. I have
seen prisoners so conscience stricken and so moved by the tears and
sufferings of dear ones, that they wept in their agony and firmly
resolved to lead moral lives, and they kept the resolve.
I have said nothing about the poor and their sufferings, and more
especially the children of the poor when for some unknown reason they
came within the meshes of the law. Some years ago I had occasion to meet
a German lad in the Boys’ Prison. He was what the boys call a
“tenderfoot.” He cried night and day. I felt very sorry for him. He was
indeed inconsolable and it seemed nothing could be said which would make
him dry his tears or infuse new hope into his discouraged heart. He
cried continually for his mother and although word was sent to her, no
mother came. His sufferings became so acute that I would have done
anything in my power for the boy. After waiting ten days and no mother
came, at the urgent request of one of the keepers I went in search for
her. She lived on the East side, near Station Street, about five blocks
from the Bowery. She was bloated, coarse, unmotherly, without any
natural affection, and I saw at once that she cared more for her vile
business than her own child. I could do nothing with her.
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