with the two survivors to their quarters.  His companion died before they arrived.  Wyatt survives to tell the horrors of the Lyncher’s lash.  He told me seven murders had been occasioned by their unmerciful treatment to him, and one innocent man hung.  I know his statements to be true, for I had known him before 1835, and his truth in other particulars cannot be doubted.  He murdered his seventh man, for which crime he will be executed.  I have another communication for your paper concerning the murderer, and his prospects in the world to come.

Yours, truly,
    J. H. GREEN.

Auburn, April 10, 1845.

No. 3. 
    From the Christian Advocate and Journal.

GREEN’S SECOND VISIT TO AUBURN STATE PRISON.

Doctor Bond: 

Dear Sir,—­I made my second visit to the prison on Sabbath morning, the 6th instant, accompanied by the Boston Quartet Club.  As we were winding our way through the halls and passing the gloomy cells, I felt sad and melancholy upon reflecting on the purpose of so large a prison.  Is it possible, thought I, that our heaven-favoured land of freedom requires institutions of so extensive a character as this to keep down the vices of a people who boast of their morality?  Yet, horrible as it appeared to me, I thought, if many of the foreign travellers, who are ever ready to criticise and condemn our institutions, were conducted through the Auburn State Prison, without any intimation of its design, they would put it down in their journals of travel as an institution to diffuse literary science and useful knowledge; and from what we have learned of institutions of the latter kind, under monarchical governments, we have little hesitation in saying, that they would not compare well with this prison.  Nor would they be willing that some of their plans for the diffusion of useful knowledge, in the way of charity, should be compared, in respect to health and religious principles, with this institution, intended only for the punishment and prevention of crime, and the reformation of criminals.  And if it be the fact, that our state’s prison is better calculated than some foreign institutions designed to educate the poor of the land for this same purpose, it certainly will stand good that our land of liberty is comparatively the land of morality.

We entered the chapel, where were seated nearly eight hundred convicts, and something like one hundred citizens, who had been admitted for the purpose of hearing the sweet melody of the Boston Quartet Club, and to hear the reformed gambler speak upon a vice which had brought over one hundred within the gloomy walls of a state’s prison.  Service commenced with prayer by the chaplain, Rev. O.E.  Morrill.  The Boston Quartet Club then sung the beautiful sacred piece, “Hear my Prayer,” during which breathless silence made manifest that the music was enjoyed.  I was then introduced as the reformed gambler, Mr. J. H. Green.  When I arose, there was profound silence