having satisfied himself that our authority was in order, handed us over to a sub ordinate official. The points of interest in the asylum are limited in number but of great dramatic intensity. First we were shown the con
tains little more than a bedstead, a stool and a Bible and would attract scant notice but for the horrible associations with which it is so abundantly peopled. The routine of the day of a convicted murderer is as simple and monotonous as the furnishing of the
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demned cell. It was occupied at the time by the murderer Thomas Neill or Cream (who incurred the last penalty of the law for pois oning prostitutes), who was awaiting execu tion two days later, and from him, of course, our proximity had to be, and was, carefully concealed. The cell is bare enough. It con-
cell in which he is confined; his fare is somewhat better than that of ordinary prisoners; he takes his exercise in a court in the shape of a parallelogram not far from the room that contains the scaffold; he has frequent visits from the prison chaplain, or the priest or minister of any denomination
