Yet is my affliction, in truth, of the deepest grain--the heaviest task that was ever given to mortal patience to sustain.

Time, that wears out all other sorrows, can never modify or soften mine.

Here they must continue to gnaw as long at that fatal mark---- Why was I ever born?
Why was innocence in my person suffered to be branded with a stain which was appointed only for the blackest guilt?
What had I done, or my parents, that a disgrace of mine should involve a whole posterity in infamy?
I am almost tempted to believe, that, in some preexistent state, crimes to which this sublunary life of mine hath been as much a stranger as the babe that is newly born into it, have drawn down upon me this vengeance, so disproportionate to my actions on this globe.
My brain sickens, and my bosom labors to be delivered of the weight that presses upon it, yet my conscious pen shrinks from the avowal.
But out it must---- O, Mr.Reflector! guess at the wretch's misery who now writes this to you, when, with tears and burning blushes, he is obliged to confess that he has been--HANGED---- Methinks I hear an involuntary exclamation burst from you, as your imagination presents to you fearful images of your correspondent unknown--_hanged!_ Fear not, Mr.Editor.No disembodied spirit has the honor of addressing you.

I am flesh and blood, an unfortunate system of bones, muscles, sinews, arteries, like yourself.
_Then, I presume, you mean to be pleasant .-- That expression of yours, Mr.Correspondent, must be taken somehow in a metaphorical sense----_ In the plainest sense, without trope or figure--Yes, Mr.Editor! this neck of mine has felt the fatal noose,--these hands have tremblingly held up the corroborative prayer-book,--these lips have sucked the moisture of the last consolatory orange,--this tongue has chanted the doleful cantata which no performer was ever called upon to repeat,--this face has had the veiling nightcap drawn over it---- But for no crime of mine .-- Far be it from me to arraign the justice of my country, which, though tardy, did at length recognize my innocence.

It is not for me to reflect upon judge or jury, now that eleven years have elapsed since the erroneous sentence was pronounced.