Romaine and his wife appeared deeply dejected.
When food was offered they refused to eat. His wife made some excuse to go out, and though sought for immediately after, she was not to be found.
Romaine was ordered to get into the carriage.
was on one side of him and the constable on the other.
cried he, in accents of despair.
They told him he must.
said he. ‘Yes, you must,’ was the stern reply.
The carriage was open to receive him, and they would have pushed him in, but he suddenly took a pruning knife from his pocket, and drew it three times across his throat with such force that it severed the jugular vein instantly, and he fell dead on the pavement.
As the party had travelled all night, seemed in great haste, and watched their colored companions so closely some persons belonging to the prison where they stopped suspected they might have nefarious business on hand; accordingly, a message was sent to Isaac T. Hopper
, as the man most likely to right all the wrongs of the oppressed.
He obeyed the summons immediately; but when he arrived, he found the body of poor Romaine weltering in blood on the pavement.
Speaking of this scene forty years later, he said, ‘My whole soul was filled with horror, as I stood viewing the corpse.
Reflecting on that awful spectacle, ’