true narrative of the transactions of Isabella Perston, of Cambuslang, who is accused of child-murder, and now a prisoner in the goal [sic] of this city
1810
Topic - trials, murder
Topic - trials, murder
A true Narrative of the Transactions of
IS A B E L L A P E R S T O N,
Of Cambuslang, who is accused of Child-Murder, and now a Prisoner in the, Geal of
this City.
THE public are ever anxious to hear
of the character of any unhappy
; wretch, who, by a wicked course of life,
becomes amenable to the law; but when
Murder happens to be the crime imputed,
curiosity becomes still greater; and from
the moment the law lays hold of the person
suspected, Rumour is ever ready to relate
a thousand circumstances that perhaps
never happened.
Being fully aware that this is but too often
the case, 'for the information of the
public, we think it highly proper to state
the following account of this unhappy
woman, who has now become so much the
subject of common conversation, which
was related to us by a person who resides
near the place where she lives, and may be
depended on as fact:-
ISARELLA PERSTON, who is how confined
in the Tolbooth of Glasgow, being
accused of Child-Murder, is the daughter
of an industrious weaver, near Cambuslang
, where, it is said, she committed the
horrid crime.
It appears, much to the distress of her
disconsolate Parents, that, for a long
time past, she has led a very irregular
life, despising all advice, and indulging,
even to excess, those passions, which, When
not kept in due bounds, inevitably prove
the destruction of the weaker sex.
It seems she had connected herself with
a young man belonging to the above place,
with whom she has unlawfully cohabited
for many years past, in spite of every effort
her poor, father made to make her
leave off her wicked practices, and regain
the Path of Virtue - a path, alas! to the
disgrace of this enlightened age, which is
too often forsaken.
By this man she has had five children,
two of whom died last year of the smallpox
; some indeed say she has had seven
illegitimate children, but as our informist
only knows of five, we are inclined, to
think that that is the number.
It was a circumstance so common to fee
her in a slate of pregnancy that the people
in the neighbourhood began to take little
notice of it; and indeed she became so ha
bituated to this sinful manner of life her-self,
as to treat with indifference whatever
was said to her reflecting it.
However, about two months ago, she
Was brought-to-bed, but not being seen as
usual with the fruits of her unlawful pleasure
in her arms, the people about the
place began to make enquiry about what
might have Become of the child, testifying
, at the same time, their suspicions respecting
its fate,
This passed On for some time, till several
religious people in the neighbourhood
thought proper to consider the report which
now began to prevail, That she had actually
murdered the infant, in a more serious
manner.
They at last concluded, that it was a duty
incumbent on them to enquire strictly
Into the fate of the little innocent, in order
, that if she had committed so detestable
a crime, she might be apprended, and
brought to condign punishment.-
Having made up their minds in this respect
, they had her sent for, and after interrogating
her sharply respecting the infant
, she seemed disposed, at first, to give
no satisfactory answers to the questions
asked till at last they theatened touring
her before those that would compel her to
behave in another manner, she at last said.
That, being unable to earn her breaand
take care of the child, she gave it in
charge to a beggar-woman, who faithfully
promised to call occasionally, and shew
the child.
This flimsy pretence, however, by no
means satisfied the people; therefore information
was immediately lodged against
her, when she was apprehended, and safely
conveyed to the goal of this city, where
in all pro remain, till her
fate is decided by a due course of law
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