EXCERPT (full text below): A friend of mine in Malaga informed me, that he saw a woman, after nine years’ confinement [since 1814], hanged, for having poisoned two husbands and one mother-in-law.
FULL TEXT: In sailing up the Mediterranean, when you first open upon Malaga, you see it deeply embayed, and on the land side surrounded by high and rugged mountains, which seem to be destitute of soil, and, therefore, not susceptible of cultivation; but, as you approach, the prospect every way improves, the vineyards are distinctly seen on the declivities, hanging towards the sun, and all the lower lands appear to be exceedingly productive.
Murders and assassinations, with every species of excess and violence, must, without the strenuous exertions of the magistrate and the strict execution of the laws, be frequent in a country, where, whenever the wind blows over land, all the passions are inflamed, and in some persons almost to frenzy. Yet here, justice, when most awakened, pursues offenders with a tardy step, slow in its approach, uncertain in its vengeance. Innumerable instances are cited of criminals, who have died forgotten in the prisons; and of some who, whilst under sentence of death, having married and produced a numerous offspring, have been brought forth to execution, when all recollection of their crimes had been long since obliterated. A friend of mine in Malaga informed me, that he saw a woman, after nine years’ confinement [since 1814], hanged, for having poisoned two husbands and one mother-in-law.