Part Two:
Green-Mountain Freeman Montpelier, Washington, Vermont, USA 2 May 1850, Thu · Page 1 Relevant To: Arnold Paole, Jean Grenier, Sergeant Bertrand Other Editions: reprinted from Chambers Edinburgh Journal, Scotland, 1850
NOTE: spelling errors caused by a rushed typesetter during orig. printing have been corrected but period-genuine errors in names and the like have been left intact.
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The watch was doubled but to no purpose. A young soldier was one night seized in a tomb, but he declared he had gone there to meet his sweetheart and had fallen asleep and as he evinced no trepidation, they let him go.
At length these profanations ceased in Pere la Chaise, but it was not long before they were renewed in another quarter. A suburban cemetery was the new theater of operations. A little girl, aged seven years, and much loved by her parents died. With their own hands they laid her in her coffin, attired in the frock she delighted to ware on fete days and with her playthings beside her; and accompanied by numerous relatives and friends, they saw her laid in the earth. On the following morning it was discovered that the grave had been violated, the body torn from the coffin, frightfully mutilated and the heart extracted. There was no robbery. The sensation in the neighborhood was tremendous and in the general terror and perplexity, suspicion fell on the brokenhearted father, whose innocence, however, was easily proved. Every means were taken to discover the criminal, but the only result of the increased surveillance was that the scene of the profanation was removed to the cemetery of Mont Parnasse, where the exhumations were carried to such an extent that the authorities were at their wits’ end. Considering, by the way, that all these cemeteries are surrounded by walls and have iron gates, which are kept closed, it certainly seems strange that any ghoul or vampyre of solid flesh and blood should have been able to pursue his vocation so long undiscovered. However, so it was. And it was not till they bethought themselves of laying a snare for this mysterious visitor that he was detected. Having remarked a spot where the wall, though nine feet high, appeared to have been frequently scaled an old officer contrived a sort infernal machine with a wire attached to it, which he so arranged that it would explode if anyone attempted to enter the cemetery at that point. This done, and a watch being set, they thought themselves now secure of their purpose. Accordingly, at midnight an explosion aroused the guardians who perceived a man already in the cemetery; but before they could seize him, he had leaped the wall with an agility that confounded them and although they fired their pieces at him, he succeeded in making his escape. But his footsteps were marked by the blood that had flowed from his wounds and several scraps of military attire were picked up on the spot. Nevertheless, they seem to have been still uncertain where to seek the offender. Until one of the grave-diggers of Mont Parnasse, whilst preparing the last resting place of two criminals about to be executed, chanced to overhear sappers of the 74th regiment remarking that one of their sergeants had returned on the proceeding night cruelly wounded, nobody knew how, and had been conveyed to the Val de Grace, which is a military hospital. A little inquiry now soon cleared up the mystery and it was ascertained that Sergeant Bertrand was the author of all these profanations, and of many others of the same description previous to his arrival in Paris.
Supported on crutches, wrapped in a grey cloak, pale and feeble, Bertrand was now brought forward for examination; nor was there anything in the countenance or appearance of the young man indicative of the fearful monomania of which he is the victim. For the whole tenor of his confession proves that in no other light is his horrible propensity to be considered.
In the first place, he freely acknowledged himself the author of these violation of the dead both in Paris and elsewhere.
“What object did you propose to yourself in committing these acts?” Inquired the President
“I can’t tell,’ replied Bertrand; ‘it was a horrible impulse. I was driven to it against my own will; nothing could stop or deter me. I cannot describe nor understand myself what my sensation were in tearing and rending these bodies.”
President – And what did you do after one of these visits to a cemetery?














