“Let us imagine for a moment that we see the souls standing before the awful tribunal, and we hear its dreadful sentence, depart ye cursed into everlasting fire.  Imagine you hear the awful lamentations of a soul in hell.  It would be enough to melt your heart, if it was as hard as adamant.  You would fall upon your knees and plead for God’s mercy, as a famished person would for food, or as a dying criminal would for a pardon.  We soon, very soon, must go the way whence we shall ne’er return.  Our names will be struck off the records of the living, and enrolled in the vast catalogues of the dead.  But may it ne’er be numbered with the damned.—­I hope it will please God to set you at your liberty, and that you may see the sins and follies of your life past.  I shall now close my letter with a few words which I hope you will receive as from a dying man; and I hope that every important truth of this letter may sink deep in your heart, and be a lesson to you through life.

 “Rising griefs distress my soul,
  And tears on tears successive roll—­
  For many an evil voice is near,
  To chide my woes and mock my fear—­
  And silent memory weeps alone,
  O’er hours of peace and gladness known.

“I still remain your sincere friend, CHARLES GIBBS.”

In another letter which the wretched Gibbs wrote after his condemnation to one who had been his early friend, he writes as follows:—­“Alas! it is now, and not until now, that I have become sensible of my wicked life, from my childhood, and the enormity of the crime, for which I must shortly suffer an ignominious death!—­I would to God that I never had been born, or that I had died in my infancy!—­the hour of reflection has indeed come, but come too late to prevent justice from cutting me off—­my mind recoils with horror at the thoughts of the unnatural deeds of which I have been guilty!—­my repose rather prevents than affords me relief, as my mind, while I slumber, is constantly disturbed by frightful dreams of my approaching awful dissolution!”

On Friday, April twenty-second, Gibbs and Wansley paid the penalty of their crimes.  Both prisoners arrived at the gallows about twelve o’clock, accompanied by the marshal, his aids, and some twenty or thirty United States’ marines.  Two clergymen attended them to the fatal spot, where everything being in readiness, and the ropes adjusted about their necks, the Throne of Mercy was fervently addressed in their behalf.  Wansley then prayed earnestly himself, and afterwards joined in singing a hymn.  These exercises concluded, Gibbs addressed the spectators nearly as follows: 

MY DEAR FRIENDS,

My crimes have been heinous—­and although I am now about to suffer for the murder of Mr. Roberts, I solemnly declare my innocence of the transaction.  It is true, I stood by and saw the fatal deed done, and stretched not forth my arm to save him; the technicalities of the law believe me guilty of the charge—­but in the presence of my God—­before whom I shall be in a few minutes—­I declare I did not murder him.