An Impressive epistle.
A young woman, named Mary Moore, poisoned herself at Trowbridge, on the 8th, because her sweetheart had intimated to her that, in consequence of some alleged bad conduct on her part, he intended to leave home, and wander as an outcast, and beg his bread. Before taking the poison, she wrote the following letter to him: "Trowbridge, March 8, 1862. My Dear William — By the time you read this, I shall, in all probability, he cold in death. Do not, I beseech you, cherish Ill will and hatred towards me even in my grave. I love you more than I do my life-- If I live, it must be without you, but what comfort have I of my life. It is very wrong and wicked, I know, to wish to rush headlong into the presence of my Maker. But what can I do ? My very soul recoils at the prospect of death My hopes and fears start up alarmed and o'erLife's narrow verge, look down — on what;
A fathomless shays — a dread eternity,
New surely noise.
Yet, William, could I be assured of forgiveness. I should die comparatively happy. I would brave everything for your sake. With thee I hoped to pass the pleasing day,
Till in thins arms an age of joy were past;
Then, old with love, insensibly decay.
and on thy besom gently breathe my last
I have forever forfeited your love, I know, by my conduct towards you. I am not, nor have I ever been, as bad as you think I have *** You have been kind and good to me, more than many would have been May the Load reward you for it. *** You did once love me. O, William, it is my dying request — do not spurn it, turn to the Lord while yet there is time. You have not long to live, make the most of the time you have. Stay at home for my sike, and be as happy as you can there. Do not reproach yourself for my death I deserve it; but do think as kindly as you can of me *** Once more let me entreat you to forgive me. Good bye, my dearest William; tongue cannot tell how much I love you May you be happy and forget me. If it is possible *** I will appear to you after death, and assure you of my never-dying love [The following is written in deceater's blood;] Good bye, my dearest, forever Yours, Mary Moore Good bye; be happy, William. for my sake" It appears that in June 1869, the deceased's sweetheart wrote an extraordinary declaration of his attachment to the deceased, upon which he called upon the host of Heaven to witness ‘"this solemn and binding oath, "’ ‘"that he would devote his life and everything connected therewith to her service"’ This epistle is written in blood, and concludes, ‘"Signed by Alfred Will am Pitney, in his own heart's blood"’ At the inquest on Tuesday, the jury returned a verdict that the deceased came by her death from the effects of landan om administered by her own hand, but there was no evidence to show what state of mind she was in at the time-- English paper.
