I hadn't seen the odd letter below before.
The occasional eccentric spelling and the random capitalisations are as in the original article
Chris
Reynolds Newspaper
30 September 1888
The following letter reached a contemporary on Friday night. We cannot say that we entertain very high hopes that it will lead to the apprehension of the murderer:-
"September 28th, 1888.
Gentlemen,
I wish to give myself up as the White Chapel murderer. I am now in a desperate State of Mind and can console my feelings no longer. I was in a Hospital Corps, in India, for ten years. The Climate affected My brain so, that at times I was Completely Mad and unconscious At My Doings. I was paid for My Crimes and Eagerly to Grasp the Gold I Slaughtered the Innocent defenceless creatures. I am now looking for nothing but death & hope God will forgive me for my desperate Crimes.
I Come to Birmingham with the intention of throwing the Police off my Scent. I can rest neither Day nor Night without some Gastley figure appears before my eyes. I startle in my dreams and fancy I am in the prison cell fettered down with iron chains. I can restrain my conscience no longer, So I shall leave myself to the penelety of my Crime.
It shall be at the Police Station in Moorstreet On Saturday at Mid Day where I can make a full confession of my Crime.
Unfortunely,
R. SMITH."
We regret to say that the conscience stricken Mr Smith did not turn up at the station yesterday. The name of Smith will not afford much of clue to his identity.
The occasional eccentric spelling and the random capitalisations are as in the original article
Chris
Reynolds Newspaper
30 September 1888
The following letter reached a contemporary on Friday night. We cannot say that we entertain very high hopes that it will lead to the apprehension of the murderer:-
"September 28th, 1888.
Gentlemen,
I wish to give myself up as the White Chapel murderer. I am now in a desperate State of Mind and can console my feelings no longer. I was in a Hospital Corps, in India, for ten years. The Climate affected My brain so, that at times I was Completely Mad and unconscious At My Doings. I was paid for My Crimes and Eagerly to Grasp the Gold I Slaughtered the Innocent defenceless creatures. I am now looking for nothing but death & hope God will forgive me for my desperate Crimes.
I Come to Birmingham with the intention of throwing the Police off my Scent. I can rest neither Day nor Night without some Gastley figure appears before my eyes. I startle in my dreams and fancy I am in the prison cell fettered down with iron chains. I can restrain my conscience no longer, So I shall leave myself to the penelety of my Crime.
It shall be at the Police Station in Moorstreet On Saturday at Mid Day where I can make a full confession of my Crime.
Unfortunely,
R. SMITH."
We regret to say that the conscience stricken Mr Smith did not turn up at the station yesterday. The name of Smith will not afford much of clue to his identity.
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