The Uncollected Poetry And Prose Of Walt Whitman: Much Of Which Has Been But Recently Discovered, With Various Early Manuscripts Now First Published; Volume 1
The Uncollected Poetry And Prose Of Walt Whitman: Much Of Which Has Been But Recently Discovered, With Various Early Manuscripts Now First Published; Volume 1
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ... good luck that might have led me on to a competence and happiness; and here I was, imprisoned for a heinous crime. More than once the fiendish resolve entered my mind, of foul selfmurder! But ever the image of my sainted Mary came to me in those prison walls, and looked down, and smiled pleasantly; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ... good luck that might have led me on to a competence and happiness; and here I was, imprisoned for a heinous crime. More than once the fiendish resolve entered my mind, of foul selfmurder! But ever the image of my sainted Mary came to me in those prison walls, and looked down, and smiled pleasantly; and I could not remounce all hope of ever seeing her again, by sealing up the sum of my wickedness beyond all power of pardon. The time approached for my trial. So callous was I, and so resigned to my fate, that I cared little whether it went well or ill for me. A day or two before I was to be brought up in court, one of the officers of the prison entered, stating that a gentleman without desired to see me; and he had hardly spoken the words when the person in question was ushered into my cell. He was a middle-aged man, and what he could wish with me I could not conceive. "Is your name Franklin Evans?" said he. I answered in the affirmative. "Do you know that card?" And he handed me a dirty piece of pasteboard, with a name written upon it. The name was "Lucy Marchion--Bleeckerstreet." Surprised at the question, and utterly unconscious of what the man's conduct could mean, I made no answer, but stared at him in surprise. "Listen," continued he. "The lady whose name you hold in your hand was many months since at a distant place in the country, with a dear child. Accidentally the child fell into a dangerous stream of water, and would have been drowned but for the kindness of a brave young stranger, who rescued it, and restored it to the lady. She was hurried away, almost on the instant, leaving in that stranger's hand her name and residence. By some mark upon the card, the whole circumstance was brought to her mind this very morning, when a...
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