William James Roe

“ As we enter is a man low of stature, with an open eye, slender and delicate expression, light hair and whiskers, with nothing apparently to distinguish him from a crow of men who in the middle paths of life daily pass us in the streets, and yet the lowered brown, the tiger like eye, shows a man than whom the history of crime has recorded none more blood thirsty. ”

“ Nena Sahib sits in gloomy splendor at the foot of the room represented at the time of giving the order for the massacre of women and children at Cawnpore.
Leaving the criminals, we pass under an archway into a recess, where are some relics of the innocent and persecuted. In a dark chamber, dimly lighted by a small jet of gas, made to represent a taper, sits at his devotions, a man who for thirty long years languished in this dungeon—the exact counterpart of the original of the Bastile. With his Bible and a few mice, his only companions, he lived through those long dreary years. ”

“ An hour could give us but a faint idea of the wonders of Madame Toussand’s collection, which was commenced over one hundred years ago. Madame herself died some twenty years ago—being then over ninety years of age. Her sons succeeded her; only one of whom now carries on the business. He is very wealthy, and makes his exhibition his hobby. ”