Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest Angola Map of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music of thy tongue Angola Map , Thy wonted auditories cease to throng. Thy sermons in unequall’d accents flow’d, And ev’ry bosom with devotion glow’d; Thou didst in strains of eloquence refin’d Inflame the heart, and captivate the mind. Unhappy we the setting sun deplore, So glorious once, but ah! it shines no more. Behold the prophet in his tow’ring flight! He leaves the earth for heav’n’s unmeasur’d height, And worlds unknown receive him from our sight. There Whitefield wings with rapid course his way, And sails to Zion through vast seas of day. Thy pray’rs, great saint, and thine incessant cries Have pierc’d the bosom of thy native skies.
On sentencing day, Elton stood before the judge. His demeanor remained calm and relaxed. After a scathing speech by the judge calling Elton Baldwin the lowest form of life, he sentenced him to life in Jackson Prison. It was then, and only then, Elton finally broke down, completely collapsing in the courtroom. He was dragged back to his cell where he remained until his transport to Jackson Prison.
According to records, during his entire time at Jackson, Elton received only one visitation. It happened more than thirty years after the trial. His visitors were two former acquaintances from Allegan. It was said to be the first and last bright moment in Elton’s life.
Elton did not have friends at the prison. In fact, inmates stayed away from him. It seems they found the nature of Elton’s crime too horrible, too unforgivable, even by their standards. He remained alone and isolated the remainder of his pathetic life.
