Bidwell's Travels, from Wall Street to London Prison: Fifteen Years in Solitude

490 Pages. 80 Graphic Illustrations.
Copyrighted 1897 by BIDWELL PUBLISHING COMPANY, HARTFORD, CONN.
Editorial New York Herald. Referring to a Whole Page. If an American dramatist or novelist had taken for the ground work of a play or work of fiction the story of the Bidwell family to-day related on another page of the Herald, all European critics would have told him that the story was too 'American,' too vast in its outlines, too high in its colors, too merely 'big' in fact. The story has its lesson. The play is not a mere spectacle. The lesson is that in the doing and undoing of wrong the Bidwell family expended enough ability and energy to stock a good many reigning European families for generations. Let the Comedie Humaine write itself and it will outwrite Balzac. Hon. Lyman J. Gage. Having read the Bidwell book I believe it will benefit every one to read this marvellous history of human experience. Aside from its dramatic interest there are great moral lessons involved of especial value to young men and employees in positions of trust. Therefore, I recommend this book as unique and a valuable acquisition for home and office. From Chas. M. Stead, Union League Club, New York. Dear Sir —I read your book with a good deal of interest, and would like to change it for a higher-priced binding if you have one. The Worcester Spy. Mr. Bidwell's book has been compared with Dumas' famous 'Monte Christo.' The extraordinary character of its adventures, indeed, would render it dramatic and powerful as fiction; as human truth, it is simply overwhelming. No one can read this book unmoved. From every conceivable standpoint, physiological, sociological, and literary, it is a marvel. Philip W. Moen. Mr. Moen, of Washburn & Moen, Worcester, Mass., writes: I have read Mr. George Bidwell's book with the deepest interest. It is a book that deserves to be widely read, and I am very glad to recommend it. A Niece of Oliver Wendell Holmes writes: Few books have so stirred my mind for years as the book by George Bidwell. Hearing of the book, prejudice immediately seized me against it. The history given by himself, to be interesting at all must be sensational, therefore disastrous to morals. So avowed prejudiced thought; and, determined to find fault, I began this remarkable history. It is impossible to find fault with the book, which is valuable and wonderfully absorbing. From Ira D. Sankey, Esq. Mr. George Bidwell, Dear Sir —I have read with great interest your book, and believe it will do much good among young men wherever read. Your life is a proof and your book a burning record of the truth that 'Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap.' I believe in throwing light into all the dark places of this life, that men, seeing the dangers, they may avoid them. I wish you success. From Hon. Robert G. Ingersoll. George Bidwell, Esq.: My Dear Sir —Knowing as I do that you will tell a candid story of your career, I believe you will do good. Crime springs mostly from a lack of intelligence and imagination. Only the foolish can think that the practice of vice is the road to joy. As a matter of fact, the wrong does not pay. You have, in your remarkable book, made this fact perfectly clear, and you will enforce this great truth on the platform. In the world of crime success is failure. Good luck to you. Rev. Dr. Edward Beecher writes; I recommend this book to the friends of morality. Office of Street's Insurance Agency, Hartford, Conn. Mr. George Bidwell, Dear Sir —A clergyman consulted with me regarding his son, who had fallen into bad associations, taken part in many small thefts, and seemed hardened against shame or dread of exposure. I believe the mean, dangerous boy has become a man by reading your book. Yours very truly, F.F. Street, Hartford, Conn. Hartford Daily Times. This autobiography is a story of thrilling interest.

Austin Bidwell
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BIDWELL'S TRAVELS.


FROM


NOTE TO THE PUBLIC


HAD THERE BEEN WISDOM THERE?


"'TWAS EVER THUS." OF COURSE IT WAS.


A LICENSED PIRATE.


FOOLS STUMBLING ON FORTUNES.


WHEN BOSS TWEED WAS NEW YORK'S OWNER AND JIM FISK, PROPRIETOR OF OUR JUDGES.


CHEATED VISIONS AND VANISHED HOPES.


GILDED SIRS WHO ARE NOT WISE.


THE MERRY SUMMER OVER AND NO HARVEST STORED.


"WE HAVE ANOTHER JOB FOR YOU."


A NINETEENTH CENTURY PRODIGAL.


"CRACK THE LAWYER'S VOICE THAT HE MAY NEVER MORE FALSE TITLES PLEAD, NOR SOUND HIS QUILLETS SHRILLY."


RESTEZ ICI, MES ENFANTS.


WE TALK OF THE STARS AND DO THE OTHER THING.


I PLAY THE SILVER KING.


PIRATICAL CRUISE IN TROPICAL SEAS.


"SHOW ME YOUR LETTERS OF CREDIT."


ONCE MORE WE SAIL THE SEAS OVER.


LITTLE FISHES WRIGGLING THROUGH GREEN WAVES.


WITH NO REGRETS, WITH NO TORTURING REMORSE.


DETAILS NECESSARY, IF TEDIOUS.


THE EGYPTIANS PASS OVER THE RED SEA AND THE HEBREWS ARE DROWNED THEREIN.


"ACCEPTED. LIONEL ROTHSCHILD."


SHOWERS OF GOLD FALL—AND THEN?


POINTS FOR JUSTICE TO PICK UP.


THE IRONY OF FATE.


"EXCUSE ME, SIR, FOR QUESTIONING YOU."


THE FLOWERS IN THE PRIMROSE WAY ARE SWEET.


FEAR SAYS "NO" TO HAPPINESS.


I WATCH THE PYRENEES SINK IN THE SEA, THEN SAIL O'ER GREEN NEPTUNE'S BACK.


"HAPPINESS AND I SHAKE HANDS FOR A TIME."


THE PHILISTINES ARE UPON THEE, SAMSON.


NIGHTLY IN MY DUNGEON THE MAGICIAN MEMORY WOULD UNROLL THAT SCENE.


SHARKS, SALT WATER ONES, AND OTHER THINGS.


ONE LOVELY JUNE MORNING INTO PLYMOUTH HARBOR WE SAIL.


RUNNING THE GAUNTLET.


THE BANK FORGERIES.


"NOTHING LEFT US BUT A GRAVE, THAT SMALL MODEL OF THE BARREN EARTH," WITH DISHONOR FOR AN EPITAPH.


HENCEFORTH A LIGHT WAS TO STREAM THROUGH THE FLUTED GLASS OF MY WINDOW.


WHAT, THESE TEDIOUS DETAILS AGAIN.


THE DAYS O' SUMMER MERRILY SPENT IN THE LAND OF THE HEATHER.


WE WILL FERRY YOU OVER JORDAN THAT ROLLS BETWEEN.


MANY A MAN MORE DANGEROUS WRITES ALDERMAN AFTER HIS NAME.


A BATTERED HULK STRANDED ON A SHORE TO WHICH NO TIDE RETURNS.


I FIND THE FENIANS WITH ME IN THE TOILS.


IN MOOD AS LONELY, IN PLIGHT AS DESPERATE AS HIS.


IF PAIN IS NOT AN EVIL, IT CERTAINLY IS A VERY GOOD IMITATION.


HIS ROW BECOMES FILLED WITH VERY SHARP-EDGED STONES INDEED.


HE TELEGRAPHED THE NEWS TO MY WARDER, AND BARTON WENT ON HIS WAY REJOICING.


I FLUSTER THE GREAT JUPITER OF MY LITTLE WORLD.


"AUSTIN BIDWELL."


IT WAS NIGHT; SILENCE AND GLOOM HAD SETTLED DOWN ON THE INMATES.

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2008-03-02

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Criminals -- Biography; Bidwell, Austin; Bank fraud -- England; Bank of England

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