
“A State of Delightful Mourning”

“I am as you see by this note amongst the slogging town of Brum and mean to play my part well & vigorously amongst its inhabitants. I have already spotted from its number 3 girls and before one week is passed after receiving this 3 Families will be thrown into a state of delightful mourning. Ha. Ha. My bloody whim must have its way do not be surprised. 15 murders must be completed then I kill myself to cheat the scaffold. For I know you cannot catch me & may l be ever present in your dreams.”
~Jack the Ripper, 1888~
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Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast;
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
~Oscar Wilde (1856-1900)~



