Morning Herald

A sad story.—Some six weeks back a very lovely girl named Margaret Jane Fay, aged only 16, came from her mother's residence on Staten Island to pay a visit to her uncle in this city. Whilst here, she happened to go to a ball with a young girl, who had imprudently formed a connexion with a married man, who formerly kept a porter house near the Bowery theatre. At the ball this girl introduced him to Miss Fay; the two latter, it appears, went home together, and after several visits she eloped from her uncle's house, and he saw her no more till Saturday, the 31st of March. On that day her uncle met her by accident in the Bowery, and after vainly endeavoring to persuade her to return home, he took her before Justice Palmer, of the upper police office. Mr. M. was sent for, and at first denied knowing her, but at last both confessed the whole affair.

Previous to her doing so, she was shut up in a cell, and whilst there contrived to send him a letter, to which he returned these two answers:—

New York, March 31st, 1838.

Destroy all letters as soon as you read them for they are the worst of witness.

My Dearest Jane,

I attempt to write to you but my heart is so full I do not know what to say before I commence I could fill volumes but now alas I can scarcely think let alone write but I must do the best I can.

You say today you have got to go to the Asylum. Dearest Jane that is far better than the refuge and if so you will at least hear from me once a week by a friend of ours.

I will remember my promise my dear and when you come out if it be weeks or years you will find me unchanged and that it is not as they tell you I will never prove false to her who has proved herself so worthy when you come out you will find me as you left yours and yours only I am satisfied of your unchanging love and only hope you will believe me as true as yourself.

Dearest love Beware of false letters they will do everything to make you think I am deceitful and then you will expose me for spite they will tell you everything but do not believe them my love for now there are no charms left for me No letter will be genuine from me unless signed (Horton) and I for the t in the word Horton as you will see.

Mrs. Ademar will be up to see you in a few days and then you can send me any word you wish get on as good terms as you can with all your relations pretend to be contented up there and all will yet be well until we meet again which I hope will be soon.

my dear faithful love
(Farewell my very heart seems as if wringing from my body it
HORTON.)

New York April 1st 1837

My only Love

How am I astonished to hear that they have been telling you such tales about me it is false but they have done the same here they have told me that you have acknowledged everything and that I had better but it would not do for I was sure I could trust you if you say you have ever been in the family way or that I am the man I am lost to you and the world for ever but I will trust you dearest love I will never deceive you if it be for years I shall do everything you request in your letter and if I dont see you in the cars it will not be my fault keep secret for God's sake and I am

Yours forever
HORTON.

dont believe them they tell you everything they are in a hurry to make you expose for i will write more.

After this she was put into the nurse's room, where she wrote the following poetical epistle to M**, which was suppressed.

I happened to go into the street
And here my uncle I chanced to meet
Says he my dear now his is sweet
You must go with me
He took me down to the police
Says he Judge Palmer this is my niece
And she is a pretty fine bold piece
What shall be done
Says the Judge young miss what is your name
Now dont you think this is a shame
And dont you feel yourself to blame
To act just so
I answered my name is Margaret Fay
And the Judge then said to me straightway
I'll give you over to Captain Bray
To be locked up
And now O me says Captain Bray
Pull off you no to the W Mi- Fay
And keep you there till another day
And it serves you right
The officer came up close
How much they bully out of me
Says I you had better let me ha
I have nothing to say
Left me there two days and a night
And of rats here was one drown sight
And I was locked up uncomfortable I ht
That I began to cry
Two scavengers they put in the next cell
And they made a most infernal smell
And they talked worse than I can tell
The little black girls
Says the Judge I guess we'd better take her
And give her in charge of Mrs Baker
And if she cuts up any caper
We'll lock her up again
M J. FAY.

On the evening of Sunday, April 8th, she contrived to make her escape from the nurse's room and has not since been heard of.