GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF THE LOCALITY.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 321, 1 December 1888, Page 3

GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF THE LOCALITY.

got all the red ink off my hands. Curse it' ; no luck yeb ! They say lam a doctor now. Ha ! ha ! " ' \ The whole of this extraordinary .epistle is | written in red ink, in a free, bold, clerkly hand. , It was. of course, treated as the work of a practical joker, but it is singular to note that the latest murders have been committed within a fow days of the receipt of the letter, and that apparently in the case of his last victim the murderer made an attempt to cut off the ears, and that he actually did mutilate the face in a manner which hehas never beforeattempbed. The let'er is now in the hands of the Scotland Yard authorities. The " Central News " says :— A postcard, bearing the stamp "London E., October 1," was received on Monday morning, addressed to the " Central News " office ; fche address and subject matter being written in red. and Undoubtedly by the same person horn whom the sensational letter already published was received Thursday week. Like the previous missive, this nl&o has reference to the horrible tragedies in East London, 'forming, indeed, a sequel to the same letter. It runs as follows : — T was nob codding, dear olu bobs, when I grave you Lhe tip. You'll hear about Saucy Jack's work to-morrow. Double event this time. Number one squealed a bit; couldn't finish straight off. Had not time to #et ears for police. Thanks for keeping last letter back till I gob'to work again. Jack the Rip pish. The card is bmeared on both sides with blood, which has evidently boen impressed thereon by Lhe thumb or finger of the writer, the corrugated surface of the skin being plainly shown -upon the back of the card. Some words are nearly obliterated by a bloody smear, it is not necessarily a&sumed that this has been the work of the

murderer* the idea -bhab haburally : >occurs being that the < whole thing is q, practical joke. At the same time the writing' of the previous letter ' immediately before the commission of the murders on Sunday was so' singular a coincidence^that it does nob seem unreasonable to suppose thab the cool calculating villain- who is re- , spqnsible for the crimes has chosen to make the posbamediuinthrough which to convey to the press his grimly diabolical humour.

ANOTHER LETTER FROM THE WHITECHAPEL MURDERER. The Central Press has received the follow ing .letter, bearing the E.C. post-mark* written in red ink, in a round hand, ap' parently by a person indifferently educated- | At the foot is a rude drawing of a sht^rpr pointed knife, measuring three inches and the handle one :—: — 3rd October. Dear Boss, — Since latt splendid success, two more, and never a squeal. 0, lam master of the art. I- am, going to be heavy on the gilded now. "Vye are. Some dutchess will cut up nicely, and the lace will hhow nicely. You wonder how. O, wo are masteis ; no education like a butcher's. No animal like a nice woman. The fat are best. On to Brighton for a holiday, bub we shan't idle. Splendid high - class women there. My mouth waters. Good luck there. If not, / you will hear from me in the West End. My pal will keep on at the East a while vet' When I get a nobility I will send it on to C. Warren, or perhaps to you for a keepsake. It is jolly.

Gkokuk of the High Rii' Gang 1 . Red ink still, bi!it a di-op of real in it. Below nvo/ac similes of some of the com munications from "Jack the Ripper."

The following interesting letter, headed "A i Voice from the East," appears in " The Surrey Advertiser and County Times " :—: — Sin, — Your readers may care for an account of an experience which may be unusual to most ot them. I shall not varnish my tale or dress it in horrois to suit a morbid taste. I would not wish to provide such entertainment, nor you to partake of it, but it is well at times that we in the country should realise the life of an enormous multitude of our brothers and sisters in the larger towns. Last night a friend with whom 1 was staying in the North-east of London said to me, " Let us go down and see Whitechapel Road and the scene of the murders." So leaving watches and purses behind we started off, and soon by road and rail reached Whitechapel Road. This in itself is a sight to see of a Saturdaj' night. The glaring of lights, the shouts of itinerant vendors, the multitude of people, the crowded gin palaces, are not quite describable. On this particular night there was the additional excitement of the murder. The pavements were crammed with people talking of it, and one adventurous showman had already added the effigy of the unfortunate woman to his show. Into this we went. In the entrance room was the representation of the Last Supper which 1 have read of, and round about Kings, Queens, uonvicts, murderers, and other notables. The room, of course, was full of the lowest roughs in the world (at least I thought so, but we found some lower later). In the corner was a rickety staircase, down which we go ,to the chamber of horrors in the cellar beneath, and as you descend a villainous-looking old woman whispers to us "Mind your -pockets." We went down ; >I didn't look at the horrors, but I looked very, carefully at the- men . and women looking at them, with whom the > cellar was crowded. There were some half-dozen who, one would say, would cut /your throat for twopence ; and as we.were the tonly people

with decent coats on we thought hve or six minutes sufficient. Then upstairs and along that extraordinary road, and past the ! mortuary, where, thank God, the poor soul was not, but such of her body as had been left, and then down into the back streets where it was done, meeting soon a wildishlooking tall man in trousers and white shirt, old, with long moustaches getting grey, and evidently an Irishman. He was holding forth at various corners', and professed to have been the finder of the body. After a while there was a cry that he was the murderer, but ho moved on. Next, out of a darkish side street, there came a true Hyde, only taller, muttering, growling ; and, as we thought some fellows were watching us, we moved on out of that and back round. Going accidentally to ask the way into a public-house, we found it was the house where the poor creature was said to have been diinking early that morn ing, and in ib w ere many sisters of hers, and brothers of the murderer perhaps. And so we gained the street and the house. Outside, these houses are not all of them so bad to look at. It is the people. A man came swearing out into the road, and a woman fled before him, and he burst out at me. "God," he screamed, *' you rob me of this land of mine." I happened foolishly to be smoking a cigar, and I suppose he was a Socialist and book me for a more plutocratic personage. Well, then, this was pretty much all of it, so far as the sight seeing was concerned. We did not care to attract too much notice, so moved on and off. Now 1 lookedat thesemany hundredsofmen and women carefully. I suppose there was not anywhere in the world more of all things bad and miserable^ together in so small a space as in JElanboro' - street, and the streets round it, on' Saturday night. And I thought a good deal, and examined very carefully. The faces were wretched and grievous beyoud description — men, women, and children. There was amongst them nothing bub horror and misery. f Of course, all the horrid and miserable people for a mile round were thereabouts, but how many there were of Ihqin, young and old, well clothed and illclothed, all degraded beyond words and bh ought. Could all this have been if there

had been no civilisation ? but I won't go into that. There they are, and here are we, and I take it we should be like them very soon were our circumstances the same. And I know not what we cati do, save to do all we can. — I am, etc., Charles S. Jj&rkam.