The New-Zealander. AUCKLAND, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1866.

New Zealander, Volume XXIV, Issue 2618, 7 April 1866, Page 3

The New-Zealander.

AUCKLAND, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1866.

Ite just and fear not; Let nil the ends thou nlm'st at, le thy Country's, Thy .God's, and Truth's.

Bv the time these lines reach our readers, the murderer Stack, will have passed away, and received a felon's grave, in accordance with the sentence of the law. Whether or no lie has made a confession at the last moment, is, of course, impossible for us to say ; but, judging by the determination which he evinced up to yesterday, we are afraid the wretched man passed out of the world with a lie on his lips. On the other hand, he may, like Franz MiILLEit, the murderer of Mr. Briogs, and many other noted criminals, have waited until the very last instant—until the rope was ai'ound his neck, and the irrevocable bolt about to be withdrawn —and then, in a few brief words, have lifted a load from the hearts of many; for when a man dies strongly asseverating his innocence, there are always floating doubts in the minds of many people. However much he may have professed to turn his thoughts beyond the grave, and to trust in the Almighty, he can never make his peace with God if lie died with a lie upon his lips. Let us hope, therefore, that he made a full confession of* his crime, and acknowledged the justice of his sentence, for it is always hard to see a man's life cut short for a crime the committal of which he solemnly denies. May Auckland never again be outraged by the perpetration of a like deed to that which hurried Stack to an unhallowed grave. But may even he, wretched man that he was, find peace hereafter, for great as was his guilt, he has paid the forfeit, and the rest remains with GoD.