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EXECUTION OF ALICE HOLT AT CHESTER. Dreadful Scene on the Scaffold. On Monday the extreme sentence of the law was carried into effect on Alice Holt, at Chester gaol, for the murder of her mother by poison. The evidence at the trial before Mr. Justice Willes, on Dec. 8 and 9, showed that the prisoner, her mother, and a man named Holt, with whom she cohabited, lived together at Stockport. In February last the deceased, Mary Bailey, was taken ill, and the prisoner insured her life for £ 26 at a premium of 6d. per week. She induced a woman named Betty Wood to personate her mother before the doctor, telling her that the agent said "any one would do." The proposal was accepted by the Wesleyan Assurance Society, and from that time the mother became worse. Prisoner called in the parish surgeon and the infirmary visiting officer, both of whom were ignorant of the others' visits, and complained of their medicine not being given. On the 25th and 26th prisoner bought some arsenic, -Jib. each time, which she put in a jug with some boiling water, and sprinkled it about the room where her mother lay, to kill vermin. The night of the 26th deceased had some brandy, and complained of "grounds" being at the bottom. Prisoner said, You ought to have drunk up grounds and all." Mary Bailey died in the morning with all the symp- toms of arsenical poisoning, and was buried. The personation came to the ears of the office, and the body was disinterred on June 12, when it was found perfectly but "saturated with arsenic," of which no less than 160 grains were found in the stomach and adjacent parts. The unfortunate woman was not tried at the summer assizes in consequence of her being enceinte. The child has since been adopted by Holt's uncle, the only person who has visited her. During the whole of her imprisonment she has been sullen, and strongly protested her innocence. On Sunday, the 27th, the prisoner made the following statement: On the Monday before mother died I brought the insurance papers home, insuring my mother's life for £2ô and mine for £28. He then proposed I should get some charcoal and put it under mother's bed alight when she was asleep, and she would never wake more. On Wednesday night Holt and T- never went to bed. He said it would be a great releasement if she was in her grave, and he would buy some stretchnine (strychnine) if I would give it her. I said, Thou'lt be found out." He said, "They cannot find it out by that." I said, "Thou hast brought me to destruction, and now thou want to bring me to the gallows." He then beat me. In the beer of which I spoke I saw, after my mother ha,d drunk it, a quantity of blue arsenic grounds. I said, "Thou hast given my mother arsenic." He said, If thee tell aught I'll have thee up for defrauding the insurance," and said, "No- body will believe but what thou hast done it thyself." This was the only arsenic my mother ever had. Another statement was afterwards made by prisoner to this effect George Holt offered mother some beer, in which the arsenic was put. Mother was sick, and could not take it, and set it on the mantelpiece, and went out. I said, Mother, canst not sup this gill of beer ? She then took it from my hand and supped it. When I looked at the jug I saw the blue arsenic at the bottom. There was lioz. left in the jug as much as would fill a smelling bottle. I put the jug on the top shelf of the cupboard, and thought of taking it myself. When Ann Bailey cleaned the cupboard out it was washed out. She says, "This is arsenic. That's the jug thy mother had her beer in." I said, Yes, and I didn't know how it had gotten there." Betty Wood then came in, and our discourse was dropped off. Both these statements were signed. In the middle of the night of Sunday she was removed from the county to the city gaol, accompanied by the chaplain, the Rev. J. M. Kilner, the city sheriff, R. Little, and the governor of the gaol. On her arrival she partook of some toast and coffee, and listened attentively to the exhortations of Mr. Kilner, joining audibly when in chapel in the prayer for murderers introduced into the BuriaLService. The execution took place at 8.10. When nearing the drop her courage failed her, and she was half dragged, half carried to the scaffold. The weather was bitterly cold, with a slight fall of snow, yet an excited mob of some 2,000 or 3,000 people were gathered in front of the gaol. As soon as the criminal stepped upon the platform of death a subdued murmur ran through the crowd, which was followed by a deathlike silence for a few minutes, broken only by the piteous wailing of the culprit. The cap and rope having been adjusted she fell upon her knees and prayed that her infant child might be spared a similar fate, and that her death might be a warning to others. She then rose and in the most piteous manner begged the executioner to make haste with his dreadful work. Calcraft then withdrew on one side and pulled the bolt, but the drop would not fall. A second time the attempt was made, but with the same result. All this time the doomed woman was heard exclaiming Make haste!" and each time she heard the bolt withdrawn she gave an agonising shriek. Calcraft went through his work with the coolness of a praetised hand, and the third time, with the aid of some of the gaol officials, the drop fell with a dull heavy thud. The woman fell with a violent jerk about three or four feet, and the prayer upon her lips was left unfinished. She struggled hard, and her suf- ferings were aggravated by the incomplete adjustment of the rope, as well as from her being a very light and slender woman. Calcraft almost immediately went in front of the dying woman and strapped her legs more tightly. A few more groans, and a few more struggles, and all was over. The condemned woman was thinly and poorly attired.

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