I N S T R U C T I O N S
TO A
S T A T E S M A N.
HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO
T H E R I G H T H O N O U R A B L E
GEORGE EARL TEMPLE.
----------------
LO N D O N:
Printed for J. MURRAY, Fleet-Street; J. DEBRETT,
Piccadilly; and J. SEWELL, Cornhill.
M.DCC.LXXXIV.
TO
THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
GEORGE EARL TEMPLE.
MY LORD,
THE following papers fell into my hands by one of those unaccountable accidents, so frequent in human life, but which in the relation appear almost incredible. I will not however trouble your lordship with the story. If they be worthy of the press, it is of no great consequence to the public how they found their wa (From : Anarchy Archives.)
Berkman, Alexander (1912) Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist, Mother Earth Press.
Part II
DESPERATE THOUGHTS
I
"MAKE YOURSELF AT home, now. You'll stay here a while, huh, huh!
As in a dream I hear the harsh tones. Is the man speaking to me, I wonder. Why is he laughing? I feel so weary, I long to be alone.
Now the voice has ceased; the steps are receding. All is silent, and I am alone. A nameless weight oppresses me. I feel exhausted, my mind a void. Heavily I fall on the bed. Head buried in the straw pillow, my heart breaking, I sink into deep sleep.
My eyes burn as with hot irons. The heat sears my sight, and consumes my eyelids. Now it pierces my head; my brain is aflame, it is swept by a raging fire. Oh!
I wake in horror. A stream of dazzling light is pouring into my face. Terrified, I press my hands to my eyes, but the mysterious...