together again and flung them into one prison.
They were convicted and condemned to death. There
came a fatal morning to this guilty pair, when the
sun rose upon them and found them full of health and
strength, yet in one short hour they must be dead.
They were taken into the prison chapel according to
custom, and from the chapel they must pass at once
to the gallows. Now it so happened that the direct
path from the chapel to the gallows was blocked up
by some repairs that were going on in the prison,
so the condemned were obliged to make a long circuit.
It was one of the largest of our old prisons, a huge,
irregular building, constructed with no simplicity
of design, and one set of officers did not always
know at once what was going on in a distant department.
Hence it befell that in a certain passage of the jail
the condemned and their attendants came suddenly upon
a new-made grave! Stones had been taken up, and
a grave dug in this passage. The workmen had
but just completed it. The grave filled up the
passage, which was narrow and but little used.
The men who accompanied the murderers paused, abashed
and chilled. The murderers paused and looked
at one another; no words can describe that look!
Planks were put down, and they walked over their own
grave to their death. Is there a skeptic who
tells me this was chance? Then I tell him he
is a credulous fool to believe that chance can imitate
omniscience, omnipotence and holiness so inimitably.
In this astounding fact of exact retribution I see
nothing that resembles chance. I see the arm
of God and the finger of God. His arm dragged
the murderers to the gallows, His finger thrust the
heartless, cruel miscreants across the grave that
was yawning for their doomed bodies! Tremble,
ye cruel, God hates ye! Men speak of a murder—and
sometimes, by way of distinction, they say ‘a
cruel murder.’ See, now, what a crime cruelty
must be, since it can aggravate murder, the crime before
which all other sins dwindle into nothing.”
Of minor cruelties that do not attack life itself
the most horrible he thought was cruelty to women.
Here the man must trample on every manly feeling,
on the instinct and the traditions of sex, on the opinion
of mankind, on the generosity that goes with superior
strength and courage. A man who is cruel to a
woman is called a brute, but if the brutes could speak
they would appeal against this phrase as unjust to
them. What animal but man did you ever see maltreat
a female of his species? The brutes are not such
beasts as bad, cruel men are. Or if you ever
saw such a monstrosity the animal that did it was some
notorious coward, such as the deer, which I believe
is now and then guilty in a trifling degree of this
dirty sin, being a rank coward. But who ever
saw a lion or a dog or any courageous animal let himself
down to the level of a cowardly man so far as this?