The Power of Conscience, exemplified in the genuine and extraordinary confession of Thomas Bedworth: delivered to one of the principal officers of Newgate, the night before his execution on September 18, 1815, for the murder of Elizabeth Beesmore in Drury lane. Relating his horrible sufferings until compelled to surrender to public justice by the constant supernatural visitations of the murdered woman, and the frequent appearance of her apparition. From the original paper now in the possession oBedworth, Thomas
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The Power of Conscience, exemplified in the genuine and extraordinary confession of Thomas Bedworth: delivered to one of the principal officers of Newgate, the night before his execution on September 18, 1815, for the murder of Elizabeth Beesmore in Drury lane. Relating his horrible sufferings until compelled to surrender to public justice by the constant supernatural visitations of the murdered woman, and the frequent appearance of her apparition. From the original paper now in the possession o
Bedworth, Thomas
Bedworth, Thomas, 1764-1815 -- Trials, litigation, etc.; Beesmore, Elizabeth, -1815; Trials (Murder) -- England -- London
Unable to rest, he arose from the earth, left the sheep-pen, and walked
towards _Islington_, in which place, and at _Highgate_, he spent his time
until the following evening, and once more _returned to London_, again
viewed the _illuminations_ in the city, and again wandered about, until
half-past twelve o’clock, when he directed his course once more towards
_Islington_ and _Highgate_. No new scene, however, or course which he
pursued, could lighten the load of his crime, or chase away the guilty
horrors which pursued him. On this night, while walking up _Highgate
Hill_, the _murdered woman again stood before him_! Imagination may
paint, if it can, the horrible feelings of _Bedworth_ at this moment.
_She walked with him_, _side by side_, until they reached the other side
of the hill, and then _taking the hand of the miserable man_, _placed it
upon her severed throat_, and groaned and mourned deeply!—Driven to
despair, he fled into a _field_, where he threw himself down upon his
face on some hay, hoping to elude at least the sight of his ghostly
pursuer. Such, however, was the consequence of guilt, that _he felt her
lying by his side_ and crouching against him!
After spending the whole of the last-mentioned day and the _next night_
in indescribable horror, without being able to leave this situation, he
_again came into London_, on the following morning; and—it would be
incredible, if it were not true—he actually _applied_ at the _Justice
Room_, _Guildhall_, for a “_walking pass_” to Wolverhampton! Such was
the fact, and being told, upon application, that he must come the next
day, he retired for that night into the fields near _Islington_, where
his rest was rather less disturbed than before. The next morning he
again applied at _Guildhall_ for a _pass_, but, after a strict
examination, as to who he was, and where he last slept, he was ordered to
go before the Magistrates at the _Public Office_, _Queen Square_. This
he instantly _did_, and having there undergone the usual enquiries, he
actually succeeded in obtaining a _pass_! At the moment the whole town
was in alarm at the atrocity of the _murder_, when _Police Officers_ were
in pursuit of him, and _placards_ were posted in every direction,
describing his person and dress minutely, and offering a reward for his
apprehension; at this moment he applied to the _Police Office_ for his
pass, and obtained it from the Magistrates themselves, without being
suspected!
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