death. Those mischievous members of the community, whose topsy-
turvy sympathies feel for the living criminal and forget the dead
victim, attempted to save her by means of high-flown petitions
and contemptible correspondence in the newspapers. But the Judge
held firm; and the Home Secretary held firm. They were entirely
right; and the public were scandalously wrong.

Our Chaplain endeavored to offer the consolations of religion
to the condemned wretch. She refused to accept his ministrations
in language which filled him with grief and horror.

On the evening before the execution, the reverend gentleman laid
on my table his own written report of a conversation which had
passed between the Prisoner and himself.

"I see some hope, sir," he said, "of inclining the heart of this
woman to religious belief, before it is too late. Will you read
my report, and say if you agree with me?"

I read it, of course. It was called "A Memorandum," and was thus
written:

"At his last interview with the Prisoner, the Chaplain asked
her if she had ever entered a place of public worship. She
replied that she had occasionally attended the services at
a Congregational Church in this town; attracted by the reputation
of the Minister as a preacher. 'He entirely failed to make
a Christian of me,' she said; 'but I was struck by his eloquence.
Besides, he interested me personally--he was a fine man.'