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PAINESVIKLE, LAKE COUNTY, OHIO, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1872. WHOLE NO. G3. paid for In advance. Begular . advertisement to be paid at the expiration of eai-h quarter. SLANDER. 'Twas but a breath And yet a woman's fair name is wilted. And friends once warm row chill and still, Anil lift! was worse than death. One venomed word, That struck its coward, poisoned blow, In craven whispers, hushed and low, And yet the wide world heard. 'Twas but one whisper one That muttered low for very shame, That thin the slanderer dare not name, Vet his work was done. A hint fo slight, And yet so mighty in its power, A human sold in one short hour Lies crushed beneath its weight. A sunset Klory lines the West ith st renks of crimson. In the piue The ring-dove murmurs on her nest, And myriad golden starlets shine. Upon the fair, calm hour of night. As she her sable vail lets fall. The swallows from the dizzy height of ivied steeple twittering call. As twilight fades, and darkness grows I'lHin thelandscic, and the leaves Otdew-lilleil flower slowly close. And martins gather 'neath the eaves And on the breast of silver stream. The lillies quiver, while the sigh Or rustling night breeze, like a dream, btirs their white blossoms, and passes by- The sleeping swans, with rnffled wings And head reposing, stow drift on; The nightingale melodious sings The blossom-laden hough upon. The plashing of the mill-wheel falls Ijku music on the farm lKiy'a ear, As, homeward trudging, blithe he calls. And whistles then his cot is near. The lights go out in cottage homes, The ialiors of the day-time cease; Abroad the king of summer roams. And ill his train are Hest and I'eace. vritiKix; ion wag us. He's a blacksmith proud of his lot; He strikes hard when the iron is hot. The rod sparks glow like (Ire-flies winging, Ten iMjundsten" can never lie got I niess he keeps the anvil ringing, .strike again! "Ten pounds ten !" Working well with an iron will. He can always foot the grocer's bill, Oood luck from every blow upspringing; That is the way the ioe.kets All, Money chimes to the anvil's ringing. Strike again! "Ten pound ten !" He strikes for wages, nnd he gets Money enough to pay his debts. And more, for he keeps his hammer swinging; Pride and iwverty spread their nets In vain for him whose anvil's ringing. Strike again ! "Ten pound ten !" His anvil chorns every day Awakes the sleepers over the way, And they hear him merrily singing, "There's time to work and there's time for play, Now is the time for anvil ringing." strike again! "Ten pound ten!" Amid a snoweroi spurKs ue siauus. With an open face and honest hands. Where the wasp of want cannot come stinging. The house he built is not on sands, It is as II nil as the anvil ringing. Strike again! - "Ten pound ten !" When he grows old and bent and gray. Anil long before, he can rest and play, In golden years sweet pleasure Winging, Ami hear his great-grandchild say, "1'heie's mime iu the anvil's ringing." Strike again! "Ten pound ten!' LOVE'S IHUSO.XS. Why do I love my darling so? Good faith, my heart, I hardly know, I have such store of re:isor.s: 'Twould take me all a summer day Jiav, saying half what I could say Would till the circling seasons. Iieeause herlips are sweet to touch, Not chill, not llery overmuch, lint softly warm as roses; Dear lips that chasten while they move. L.ips that a man may dare to love, Till earthly love-time closes! Because her hand is soft and white. To touch so tender and so light, That, where her slender linger Doth fall or move, the man to whom The guards ot'Kden, whispered "Conie!" Beneath its spell might linger! Because her heart is woman-soft, So true, so tender, that loft Ho marvel that a treasure So rich, so rare, to ine should fall, Whose sole desert so small, so small, Is loving past all measure! Because she has such store of moods, So archly smiles, so stately broods, So loviugly caresses; So that my heart may never tire Of monotone, or more desire Than she, my love possesses. Ah, me! what know or what care I? Or What hath love to do with '"why?" How simple is the reason! I love her for she is my love. And shall while stars shall shine above, And season follow season. Guilty, or Not Guilty? BV AMANDA M. DOUGLAS, AUTHOR OP "STKl'HEX DAXE," "IX TRUST," ETC. CHAPTER III. And to be wroth with one we love, JKith work like madness in the brain. Coleuidge. f fsfffl HE had formed hundreds of Vik plans during the day ; but it any iS of thom had been feasible, they fPQr all lied now. "Are vou not glad?" His lip trembled, anil the words came out with a slow falter, in her blaeK, hideous distress, she saw only a sign of guilt. Some spirit leaped up into her heart, and possessed her. "Yes. I am glad," she began, in a cold and steady voice. It seemed as if she would never be warm and human again. "I supposeit is better that, in the eyes of the world, you should stand fair. Some poor, miserable wretch would have found no mercy." "What do you mean, .Clyde? What can you mean?" and he struck his clenched hand against his forehead iu a wild, dazed manner. She had wrought herself up to a pitch of desperation, and had courage now to utter any truth. She had said to her self many times she could not repeat that shameful story to him. She had even been tempted to go away some where, and hide herself from all who had ever known her ; but seeing that ex hibition of his confusion, brought every nerve un to a point of steely rigidity. Sln ciime a step nearer, she looked at liiin-witli cold, determined eves. "I'll tell vou what 1 mean." she be- ran. in an excited tone, yet it was icy, rather than angry. "I have kept the secret until it has scorched up every drop of blood in my veins, until it has rasped me into one bare, sensitive nerve and 1 can endure it no longer. I know all about that night. 1 think the fiend must have possessed me, when I was made miserable anil restless by your coldness, and left alone there tor any temptation, to get up and goto tho win dow. Bradley was rigm, aim iinugei, t.lionirh honest, was mistaken: for I, too, saw you. You were there iu the shade, doing something I could not understand ; then vou came to the house. I heard you enter. I was not asleep when you came to bed. God onlv knows how I watched awav those moment of misery. And after the alarm, when I roused you from n lieiw. unnatural slumber, 1 heard a fatal admission that you had made a viihiin c.r vniirself. and that there was some accomplice who hail begged for more money. 1 am willing the whole world should believe you innocent, think it would kill me to see any one had loved disgraced, and dragged down to the very lime; and this kills mo, too Oh! if 1 only '"( died before I came to such depths of agony !" It seemed to be uttered in just one rapid breath, so rapid that he had no chance to speak. But his arms had re laxed and fallen by his side; his whole frame, and his countenance, had uuile.' gone some indescribable change. "MvGoil!" he said now, in a wild wandering tone, freighted with sharp pain, "you didn't liclieve that, Llyde )li ! vou couldn't!" She ciime still nearer. Slie glanced into, the haggard lace, rne imploring eyes. Touched to the heart, she cried out. in anguish : "Oh, Prescott! tell me that it was some mad, hideous delusion ! Say that yoii were not out there that fatal night, and I will believe you." Prescott Wardleigb's pride ana nonor had received a cruel wound. Like a Hash the whole of Clyde's conduct wa unfolded before him. That she should have kept this black secret so long be tween her and himself; and that she should have known hiui so poorly, after having been Ins wile: He straightened himself up, and the sternest look she had ever seen over shadowed his face. "If inv innocence, iu your estimation. depends upon that," he said, almost haughtily. "1 tear you must oeneve me guilty. I was out to the factory that fa tal midnight, uraniey was rigni in that, at least; and I will not deny that you saw me." There was a furious ring at the hall door, and both started, glancing at each other in dismay. We want Mr. waraieign, ngnt away," said a loud voice; and, obeying tits lirst impulse, the master of the house sprang down the strirs. Parker stood in the hall, and grasped I his friend's hand. "There's not a mo- nient to lose," he began, excitedly;! "Snatch vour hat and rush back to the court-house; here's a hack waiting fou I ouc or the strangest tilings naa nap- nened " and that was all Clyde heard for Parker had him dragged oft' the stoop ere he had finished his sentence. The husband's heart went duck to ins wife. Forgive him if he was proud and bitter. The wound of mistrust was still bleeding inwardlv. and he thought to himself, "Since she has chosen of her j own accord, to bear it so long, an hour 1 more will not make much umerence." Left to herself. Clyde sank into a chair, her strength and inspiration all o-one. JNow (Hat She naa uttereu ine words the doubt and suspicion that had rankled in her soul until even love had been thrust aside reaction came on like a flood and overwhelmed her. She let It sweep over her like a wild torrent; she I bowed her head in an agony of shame I and humiliation. She wanted to feel a I sharp pain in every nerve, in every atom I 01 net nCSU. SO tliat Silt? UIXI1I kliuw suq i was suffering, ana not turning to ine stone she had envied fifteen minutes be-1 fore. I She had been so ready to believe mm guilty all along, looking for no exteiui- atinsr circumstance, allowing for no mystery that her eyes and thoughts could not iatliom. one nau ueeu wining iu doubt the noblest man iu the world, the man who had loved her so tenderly. Nay , she had even desired to go away where she might never see mm again. .Some of us, perhaps, have come to a time where we sat and coolly picked our-I selves to pieces, as it were; looked at I every thought and motive with cold, I oittilcss eves: spurned ourselves in ab-1 iect dismay, that we could have been the I creature who did, or said some particu- I lar thing. Clyde was in this mood now. I She loathed herself that she could have been betrayed into such weakness and cruelty. It seemed as if she ought to put on sackclot h, and aunoint ner fore head with ashes; ereepinto some corner of the world, and spend her whole life in expiation.- ' All this without considering whether her husband was really innocent or guilty. Her faith now was just as un reasoning as her donnts had been Deiore ; only the love that had been crushed, and tortured, and thrust aside, reasserted itself, and thel conviction that Prescott Wardleigh could never stoop to that shameful crime, or any other; no matter if the whole" -world were against him, they would find it to lie some dreadful mistake, but no sin his hands and his soul were pure and clean in the sight of God.-! .y Whvhad she not -known this before? She had gone on floundering iu a maze of uncertainty, sinking lower aud lower in the mire at every step, blind, dumb and ignorant. She glanced at her hands unci her dress in a wondering manner, as if she expected to find traces of the soil and stain. She shivered uneasily, as if she wanted to get out ot the grasp of something that had held her a terri- rible black phantom, worse man any oi the Ogres of her childhood's fairy-land. Clyde wardleigh was sound and sweet at heart. Moreover, she had a frank na ture, as I told you in the beginning. She could not long sit over the ruins of anything and moan; and having felt her way out to dry, solid ground, she began to take a survey of her position. "I am his wife, and he did love me," she said, to herself; "and I loved him better than any man 1 had eyer met better thin I shall ever love any one again. We were so happy. I must have been crazy' all the time; and it began by my being vexed that night vexed with him, when he was always so good and generous. Maybe if I had been tender and sympathetic but I was cold 1 and hateful, that's the truth. He was troubled, then 1 remember ms sad, ab stracted look. I might have been so much to him, perhaps; and whatever it was that black, horrible mystery l have only made it blacker and more ter rible. It it was something ne couiun t tell me." and Clyde drew a long, quiv ering breath at the thought of being shut out of her husband's conndence, -x ought to have been patient. I haven't mended matters any by taking them in to my own hands; aiid however it may be with him" for in the tace ot what ppeared overwhelming proof, she could not dismiss every doubt in a niomen "It's mv duty to stand by him." And then there came to her, with the suddenness of a revelation, the thought that if he were perfectly innocent and it seemed as if he must be, judging the man alone how utterly mean and des picable her conduct must appear in his eyes! His friends, the very servants in his house, even, were prouu to sutuci up for him; and she, the wife or his bosom, dearer than any friend She buried her lace iu her hands and wept bitter, burning tears. What if he should never give her the dear old love again ! Well, a short time ago she was wild to get away; she felt now so astonished at herself that she made a gesture of abhorance. If he proved as merciless as stie had been, her punish ment would be sore indeed. Presently Mary came up to ask some thing nliout the dinner. She roused her self while the girl lit the gas, holding her lace well iu the shade. "1 wonder what they wanted of Mr. Wardleigh ?" Mary said. "He went awav without a word. They can't try him over again; and his acquittal was iust the grandest thing In the world. 1 onlv wish vou could nave seen it." Clyde's heart was almost oreaKing; nevertheless, she managed to give some orders rattier at random and uismiss the kind-hearted Mary, whose every word was like a stab. Then she bathed her face and brushed out her shining hair. She fancied she looked old and worn. If she could only make hcrselt bright ami handsome, so sweet that her husband would be won instantly into taking her back to heart, giving her the old place, and the old love. The world would be very wide and dreary without him, W hat dress should she wear? Some thing that he had approved of in happier times. Here was a pretty scarlet skirt, with black trimmings, and a velvet sen orita-jacket that went with it. She re membered he had asked her to wear it while cousin Agatha was visiting them; and that stately woman had pioiiounced her charmnig iu it. ho she arrayed her self in that, and put some white helio trope and scarlet geraneum in her hair. Thus adorned sne went down to ine li brary, which they generally used tor a sitting-room. Her step was slow and faltering. It seemed as if she had been sick-a month; she was glad to sit down in her low, easy chair, and rest. There was a sink ing and faiiitucss at her heart, a dread, as if all the terrible things had not come out, but meant to follow her, dog her steps like some grim, vindictive phan tom. How good a little rest and love would seem. So she sat there, rocking backward and forward until Mary interrupted her again. "The dinner's ready, and it'll all be spoiled," she said. "When do you sup pose Mr. Wardleigh will come back?" "1 don t know;-' and her voice wav- ered 'There couldn't any thing have hap pened; and yet it is so strange that he should stay". Oh, Mrs. Wardleigh! it will be a blessed time when it's all over !" Yes:" and the young wife almost sobbed. "If he is not here in half an hour, never mind about the dinner, Ma ry. You and Bridget have yours." And your" I don't want any. 1 couldn't eat it without him." There she was left alone again. Pres- ently the little silver liainoier rung the half-hour, and mechanically she glanced up at the clock. Half past seven. It came like a shock, for she had hardly thought of its being so late. Where was Prescott Wardleigh? He had been gone two hours. A shivering fear rushed over her; something very unusual must have occurred. And then she thought of his being thrust into some foul prison-cell, shut out from the world, from her. A new link in the ev idence, perhaps and without pausing to see the utter improbability, she grasped at the idea. It was strange that she should feel so like fighting for him Once or twice she started tip as if to go iu search of him. If she but knew wnere ne was, no doiis nor oars snouiti keep her from him ; no fate so hard or cruel but whal he would share it. .She wouiu oe nis very siave, to mase amencis for the evil days in which she had left bun to Dear the burden alone; that she, of all others, should desert him at such a moment How interminable the time was why the day appeared as nothing to it; and then a horrible fear cainc over her that she might never see him again a ehok- tug, uuspuii' i;uiiv . cine jiuew iiiuu now sne loveu mm Eight o'clock. Was there to be no end to suspense? She listened to every step m the street it had never been so quiet, she was sure, asou this evening. "What If the whole town was surging up there around the court-house, witnessing some new iuuuiuiv luuiuuu uciaiicu nci ims- band ? A step sounded far down the square. She sprang to the window, and listened with strained ears to the echo, nui tiled by curtains. Yes, it was coming nearer ; it paused, it ascended the steps. She went to the room door, and took the knob in her hand ; but a great qualm of shame made a coward ot her. Mr Wardleigh let himself in with his latch- Key, deposited ms hat and coat on the rack, and started up stairs She opened the door then, and said, faintly. "Prescott ?" He turned about. Some inexplicable feeling made her shrink back a few steps, and stand shivering. In a second he confronted her. He was grave and pale, with a look in his eyes she bad never seen there before an unutterable sadness; and withal a pride, a strange pride, indeed, on the lips,that had always been so ready to give her smiles. She felt as it she should faint. She half wished she could lie there at ids feet senseless. Maybe he would pity her, then, a little. He came a step nearer. "Clyde, he said, in a tone of sad, cold tenderness, are you mine, reallv? Have you any faith iu your husband, any loye left for him?" "Oh, Prescott!" Such a sorrowful, quivering cry! It speil through him like some electric thrill : and yet he had a man's wronged. insulted pride to satisfy. 'Clyde," the voice was softer now; indeed, he could scarcely keep the tears from sounding in it, they were so very near, "if vou never had anything but the acquittal of the world ; if there was some mystery that I could not explain, would you -take my simple word, in the face of what you have seen and heard, that I was iunocent? For, if I have any I want your whole confidence; all foes are cruel, but how much more so, one of a man's own household." She came to his arms ; she had a full and perfect right, for there was no lon ger any doiiot in her heart. Mie would have taken his word against the world 'Oh !" she said, with a convulsive sob that shook her from head to foot, "I do believe you; I do trust vou. I think I have been out of my senses ; I was wild when I said that to you up stairs; and, Prescott, if it were true, I love you so well now, that though a prison-cell might have shame for us both, it would have no terror for me." God forbid!" he said, solemnly, that I should ever try any woman's love in that fearful fashion." Then he raised the sweet, imploring face, and kissed it, not once, but many times. Mary came up the kitchen stairs, and Clyde said, with something that sounded like a laugh, 'Mary is in great distress about the dinner. 1 believe the delay has spoiled it. "Never mind it, Mary. In about an hour make us some tea and a little toast." "It's all right, Mr. Wrardleigh ?" and Mary gave him a questioning glance. "ics; too sadly right, Mary lor the real criminal has confessed, anil is dead. 'Pin glad for your sake," she said thinking only of the first: but he, mus- I ing over the last, was thankful also, I "What are you going to do?" and i iiyue, startieii at suiue cuaiige in nun roused nerseit. "Talk to you , little one ; for, some how, vou seem to have gone tar astray and yet, it was partly my fault. I have been tried so sorely, my darling." "And 1 was so cruel : " "Your love would have been a great comfort in all this dreary time; but never imagined until you told me up stairs " "Hush! don't say it," she interrupted I hate myself for every disloyal thought. It would be right if vou never loved me again." "Then I am afraid I shall be wrong all the davs of my life." He drew the Voltaire out ot its corner and sat down, still holding her in hi arms. In the silence ot the next leiv moments her fair head found its lilac on his shoulder, and one little hand crept softly into bis. "My darling, ' he began, presently "I have a long and sorrowful story for you; and I want you to hear it before we go any lurther in our lives. 1 di think I should never shadow vou with it, but circumstances have changed. I I feel, too, that you have a puciiliai- right I to the conndence, and l want to lie justi- noil in your eyes You are justified iu my eyes," she said, reaching up to kiss him; and she knew by the light iu his face that she was fullv forgiven. "I am going to take you back to my early life a long while ago it must seem to your twenty summers. My mother was loft a widow in the third year of her marriage, but iu comfortable circumstances, and with only one child. myself, then an infant. As 1 grew up to boyhood, I loved my mother extrava gant 1 v. She was very fair and pretty, with a girlish fragility t lint appealed to ine as a sort of Weakness, and I was al ways finch a great, strong fellow. think 1 couldn't have been little, even as a baby. "1 was not sent away to school until 1 was twelve years of age, and then I fan cied it was owing to a friend of my mother's a Mr. Colchester. I cannot tell yon what made me dislike this man, for he was handsome aud winning, but there was something stealthy in his smooth voice. I would be hardly pclite to him, for all I could see it fretted dear mother. Maybe it was a little jealousy at seeing him preferred to me. 'Before I came home at Christinas, she wrote that she had been making some important changes, and that she hoped I would be satisfied with them, since they were for her happiness. But whatever change might come, I would never be less dear to her. "I went home and found she had mar ried Mr. Colchester. I can't tell you how angry I was. Great boys can be very ugly when they try, and I am afraid I really tried I know I made her unhappy. Mr. Colchester would have been right if he had given me a sound thrashing but that wasirt his style at all. He did mean and petty things; he crossed ine where it hurt me the most, and made me hate him all the more. Then he was so soft, and smooth, and winsome, and crowded me quite out of my mother's heart. "The years passed pretty much alike until L was eighteen. A child had been liorn during the first year of their mar riage a boy; so much like his father that, though naturally fond of children, 1 could not love him. But it seemed as if, about this time, my mother grew pale and thin; the smooth brow was worn and wrinkled by care; ner light step had lost its elasticity ; and I fancied she clung to me, watched me as she had not been in the habit of doing. Mr. Col- Chester was awav when I first came home: but iust as we were becoming friends, he returned. I was old enough then to study them a little, and think: but, oh, heavens! that misery stings nie even now! for Ralph Colchester was a mean, selfish, smirking villain. He ruled inv poor mother with a rod of iron, I don't mean that he struck her, or did any outward act that I could take excen- tiouto; but, in some way, in private, he cowed her, and made her afraid to op pose him. When she ofl'ended him, he managed to wreak his vengence on little Ralph. I have seen him whip the child until my blood ran cold, when his of- feuce would be some trilling thing, hard- ly worth noticing; yet I cannot say that the child was good. But halt the pun ishment was for my mother, for she loved him with an idolatrous passion. learned that Mr. Colchester had dissi pated all of my mother's fortune, except the house, which reverted tome. "As I did not mean to study a profes- .lon, 1 left college and obtained a situa ion that enabled me to live at home. I proposed to my mother that she should iscard 3Ir. Colchester, and promised to ike care of her and her child. At first think she inclined favorably toward it; but she had not the courage to put it in to execution ; and I question if she would have had the firmness to endure At last we came to an open rupture. He quarreled with me I nothing loth, perhaps and went oft in a high dudgeon liking mother and Ralph with him; hut hree months'she came home with her hild. He had left her penniless at a boarding-house, and she had sold part of her clothes to enable her to return. We had some months of peace. I on'l know that 1 can make you under stand my mother; she was very sweet and gentle, extremely anxious to do ight, but fatally irresolute. She could not take a decided step, or, having taken it, could not keep iu the path ; and when her husband began to plead for forgive ness in his frantic way, beg for au iuter- ew, and make the most passionate pro bations of love, she listened, and in- lined to yield. I think some women re so curious in this respect. I used to wonder if she could love him after all that had passed ; but 1 honestly believe he did, and also that she thought she could save him. When 1 found my oppo sition was rendering her really unhappy, reluctantly consented that he should come. I told him that while he behaved himself he should have a home, and made him promise lie would never take my mother away again. His abjectness mailt: me despise him more than ever. " There followed upon tins three mis erable years and then he had the grace to die; but during that time he had worn my mother into a helpless invalid. In spite ot this, we had some blessed days afterward. I can't explain it to you. but she always seemed to me more ike a sister than a mother. She was so little and dependent, so grateful and fond, and kept that girlish beauty to the very latest, day ot her lite. It is more than ten years since she died, and yet it only seems like yesterday, when 1 think of her. That took up all my youth ; her love had been everything to me, and the care of her one of the sweetest duties of my life. "Ralph was nearly fifteen a fair, handsome boy. She had commended him to my care, bound me by promises willingly given but, oh I so (I illicit it to execute. He had the weakness and clinging love of his mother, and the wickedness of his father but he was al ways so repentant. He would cry, and kiss me like a girl when matters had gone wrong with him, and make the most solemn promises of amendment; but they were all straws when the trial ctime. Because I had never been able to love him thoroughly, I was the more anxious and conscientious. I gave nun a good education ; he was very quick, and 1 think reallv talented and then procured for him a situation in a store, But lie was always in trouble, and in debt. For my dear mother's sake I en dured until long after patience was ex- lausted; and at last, when he was twen ty-one, I insisted that he should depend on his own exertions; for once his tears and protestations were of no avail. It has troubled me sorely since; and yet, under any circumstances, I might not have been able to prevent what has oc curred. I had already begun my business here, and it was prospering, though I spent much of my time in New York One day the news burst upon me iu i chilling, paralyzing. manner, that Ralph had committed a skillful aud astounding forgery, and realized by it the sum ot feu thousand dollars. The gentleman whose name lie had used was a well known and influential person, a man of the sternest integrity. Ralph bad once been in Ins employ. I went to him im mediately and offered to make good the loss ; but he would not take my money neither would he withdraw the threat ened prosecution " 'Wardleigh,' he said to me, 'this brot her of yours is a scamp. If you let him go now, lie will try it again; and I, for one, will not so defeat the ends of justice. As your names are dissimilar, the shame and annoyance for you will be brief; and he will be safer in a State prison than out of it. He cannot long elude the authorities "That was all I could do; but my dead mother's lace haunted me continually Hail 1 been pal tent and itidtcinus i "Two weeks after this, before they had discovered his hiding-place Ralph Colchester was found drowned in the East River, quite up town. The face was decomposed mutilated, in fact; hut his clothes and his handkerchief were marked with his name in full; the light, hair was harsh and wiry, I thought unlike Ins sott locks; but the watc might have made it so. I buried him; aud 1 will con less that I was iiulcigned ly thankful to have that the end of the sad drama. And then I felt free. The relief was so great that I could hardly believe myself at first. I wonder it it was wrong! ' I called on Mr. Grayson again, anil tried to persuade him to take the feu thousand dollars from ine, lint he utterly and magnanimously rciuscd. lie was so kind and friendly that, my heart is filled wilh gratitude whenever I think of him. Alter this everything went on prosperously with me; aud at length I met you. "1 had dreamed bill rarely about love and marriage hitherto. In fact, my bur densome cares had precluded all ideas of such enjoyment. No darksome sha low stood in my way now ; I could nil my life with whatever joys I chose. I loir tied that my heart was still young and warm; that it had human needs and uesires; that its depths and tenderness had not all been lavished upon my mother. I loved you, but you don't know all that means, Clyde." i es, 1 do, now," she replied, quietly, nestling closer to him. 1 never, for a moment, thought oi dimming your glad, young life with this miserable story. W hen 1 gave vou bits of my mother's history, they were al ways ot the brightest, ion had been cared for so tenderlv, that I meant all your days with ine should be as full of happiness and sunshine as i could crowd them. Ah! what foolish dreams, they were as if I could be far-sighted like a God! "Ten clays before that on which I was to claim you, I was alone in my office, finishing up a pile of business letters, the door opened slowlv, and some one en tered with a hesitating step. I heard it close again, and turned and the sight took every atom of strength from my body. Could the dead rise from their graves!" "Your brother!" Clyde gasped. "Yes, my brother. I should have known him among a thousand he had grown so much like my mother. His tace, always delicate, was now thin ; his fair curling hair, his smile, and the wlst- iui expression oi the eyes, were so like her, that at hrst it struck me dumb. I will not rehearse all of that scene. Suf- fice it to say that he and an accomplice, hiding in a low resort, had procured a dead body and robed it in his clothes, placing it one night where it would soon be discovered. He laughed over the trick as an excellent joke. Then thev had left the city, aud rioted on the uioii- ey while it had lasted, lie was desti tute, now, and came to ine for aid. I could see that dissipation had made sad inroads upon his fragile system, which lie had inherited from our mother. God only knows what a struggle there was in my heart between pity and a sense of jusiice for I will confess to you that it seemed right for me to deliver him up to the law that he had outraged and exulted iu eluding : only the thought was so hor rible and unbrotherly for my mother's sake I couldn't have done it. He plead so, too; he promised amendment, and that he would never trouble me again ; so I gave him five hundred dollars, ami bade him keep away from me as he val ued his liberty. But the brightness of my life seemed to vanish ; the old, vague dread and apprehension came back. 'I remember your sister, Kate, rally ing me upon my grave looks, and the unspoken solicitude vour mother showed. I almost felt as if I had no right to you ; but you were so sweet, so fond, and th en 1 had never loved you halt so much be fore. I kept my secret, and all went well, though I felt as if a frightful phan tom stiMxl at mv elbow, ready to cloud your joy as well as mine and that was what l conld not endure. Whatever I might have to bear, I wanted your way bright." "So thoughtful for me, even then," she murmured. 'We have been very happy." and his deep voice trembled. "I think we shall be again, t roni that time I never heard from my brother until the day on which my cousins leit us. xnen i received a note, a mere scrawl, begging me to meet him that night at a certain spot he ap pointed, at twelve. He had been ill, or he would not have troubled me again." 'Oh! I see it all!" she cried; "aud I thought you so cold, so little interested in all pertaining to me that was the beginning of all my pain and doubt." 'Was it.'" He sat her upon his knee. and scanned her with a sad, but tender smile. "I fancied that night you weut away vexed. I did not dare to follow yon. Oh, Clyde! I was so thoroughly wretched : 1 had said before that it he came again, I would deliver him up to justice. What was I to do. To yield, was to lay myself open to this harassing torment so long as we both lived. I was to much perplexed to talk, and 1 was planning how to slip out of the house unnoticed. 1 know now it would have been wiser to let it go by and wait a sec- ond summons ;Jbut; that night I could on ly resolve to go; and becau.se I could not explain all to you, I was afraid to lie questioned it was so difficult, to deter mine upon any course; sol made my writing an excuse, and formed all man ner of wild plans, but always with the thought that I must go out and meet him. "I went down stairs, as Bridget said. I had an errand to the spare chamber. Then I returned to the library and wait ed until the appointed time' when I stole softly out of the kitchen-door. Ralph was there before waiting for me. 1 was stern and unyielding at first, for it was the same old entreaty and promises. I told him it was quite impossible to de- pennd on his word; and thus suppling his wants seemed to make me an accom plice of what had gone before. I can't tell you halt ot what he said. A time or two he flung his arms around my neck, and it was all I could do to shake him off." "That was what I saw," Clyde inter rupted; "and I couldn't understand what vou were doing." Poor "child! You did have pretty strong evidence for your case, we must admit. -Well I ended bv giving Ralph thirty-five dollars it was all the money Iliad with me; and 1 vowed solemnly to him that if he would find employment l would keep his secret ; but iust so sure as ne came to me again i should lniorni against him. "I could see that he was very angry. His haggard face took on a fiendish ex pression ; but I never dreamed that he could or would wort me such an inju ry, though he swore I shotild repent mv cursed selfishness, as he termed it. Then 1 hurried back to the house. My temples were throbbing with pain, and every nerve was excited to torture. 1 couldn ten whether I had been right or wrong. cruel, or only just. I longed lor a little peace and jest, and fearful of lyin iwake the rest of the night, I took a few drops of an opiate, 1 suppose I must have gone to sleep immediately. What did I say when you woke me?" "I wont give you another dollar Ralph. 1 am making avillian or myself too.!" "Just what I said fo him. 1 cannot describe the horror that seized ine Clyde. No wonder I did strange things that night, and the next morning. 1 was wild with apprehension, aud a secret con sciousness tfiat 1 ought to tell just what I knew and suspected. Yet I believed the story would sound utterly improba ble to another person, and be likely to place me in a most uncomfortable post sum. 1 was half distracted." "And no one to comfort vou!" Clyde put her arms around his neck with a lit tle sob. "But I'm glad 1 never knew until to day what you thought." "it. makes me tiate myself it was so cruel, so unjust." "And yet quite natural. I did not know 1 was placing myself before you iu such a liggt." "But Ralph and the end?" "He was seized with a fever, mid nev cr went out of his room after that night Hut. he would not believe he was going to die until this att-.-rnoon ; though th landlady of the lodging-house a sort of low place it is told me the doctor gav him up a week ago. And he knew the trial, too but not until the very las moment would he confess. His deposi lion was sent up to the court house just after I left, nnd a request that would come to him." "And the whole story is known Clyde exclaimed with a sensitive pride. "No we will give him credit for that generosity to the last. He had been passing under an alias itdidu'tdo for hi in to use his own name, you know; and lie never made mention of the rela tionship lietween us. So there was a little good left iu him. He said, iu his confession, that he owed me a grudge, and that he went at midnight and set fire to the building. He gained entrance by false keys, and lighted it in several places, to make the destruction more rapid and complete. Yet I hope he re pented at the last.'' "What did he say to you ?" Clyde asked In a low, awesome tone. "He was past much talking, so I sat there beside him, holding his hand, and watching him. He begged me to kiss him aud forgive him I think it was all in earnest, then ; and he looked so fearfully like poor sweet, mother. At last they are all at rest 1 shall never be troubled again. No matter now my darling, the bitter time has been lived through, and we have come to a clear path. Will you forgive me for bringing such a shaddow upon your bright life?" "There is nothing for ine to forgive," she said, elearlj'. "You have been pa tient, and generous, and long suffering, while I was full of distrust and petty fancies. I deserve every pang I brought upon myself; I ought to have suft'ered twice the torment." "You are an unreasonable little body Clyde,'' he said, with his old. fond smile. "1 think now Mary's supper, must be ready for us shall we go?" . She was so proud of him, then, soglad and happy to be his wife. She had nev er done him half justice before, but she would make rare amends in the time to come. "I don't see how you could have been so good and so merciful to him," she said, stopping suddenly, "and to forgive him " "I say unto you not seven times only, but seventy times seven," Pressott Ward Ieigh's voice was very sweet and solemn, "and it was partly for my dear mother's sake." Clyde Wardleigh would not have ex changed her husband for a throne and a kingdom. It was a little marvel to the townspeo ple that Mr. Warleigh should give his enemy decent burial, when there was a public place for all such miserable wretches. Why it was, Clyde alone knew. Mr. Dean surprscd him by a call. "Mr. Warleigh,I want you to slwike hands with me. I thought I was doing my duty, but I confess I misjudged you ter ribly. You are too noble to hold enmity against any one." And so the two men became friends. Clyde and her husband made the promised visit home ; and the quiet house was roused to an unnsual state of excite ment. Kate declared it was quite like a story-book. But the cool and tranquil Emily was, one day, moved .out of her serene mood. "1 declare Clyde" she said, warmly, "Yoti areas foolish as you were the first week of your honey-moon." "Our moon is not for a mouth, but for a life-time, Emmie," she answered ; and then she turned her smiling face to wards the window; for some quick tears sprang to her eyes at a past remeni berance. Prescott Warleigh saw the smile and the tears, aud answered them without a word. the end. WHEKE WAS "EDEN ! " About three years ago a discourse of Sir Henry Rawliuson, before the Royal Society of London, on the site of the Garden of Eden, waseditoritdy noticed in the Ledijer. That distinguished Assy rian explorer asserted that he had de ciphered the word "Eden," in some of the hieroglyphics or cuneiform inscrip tions on the ruins of Nineveh, and that, it was a name given to Babylon ; whence, he argued, that the last named ancient city had been built on the spot where Adam and Eve resided in their state of innocence. This conclusion has not been generally received, notwithstand ing the high reputation of the author. It is a matter of controversy whether the sacred narrative is to be understood literally or allegorieally. The Rev. W. Scott, of San Francisco, in an Inter esting paper just published, adopts the trictly literal sense. His arguments are perhaps as concise an emliodiment of easoning on behalf ot the literal inter pretation of Scripture as could be fur- ii shed. The first ol them is that Jvien was the name ot a country wherein every thing needful to man was pro duced, and that this name was descrip tive or it, signifying "a land or pleas ure." The second is that the Garden (or as the Greeks called it, "Paradise") was not Eden itself, but only a portion of it. And thirdly, that this garden was eastward of the writer's location; all which appears to be clear, from the text, "And the Lord. God planted a garden, eastward, in Eden." The author of the narrative, standing in Syria, would look eastward when he turned in the direc tion of Mesopotamia which was the name given to the country lying between the rivers Euphrates and Tigris and that this was the probable site of the cradle of the human race is confirmed by what toltows: "And a river went out of the country of Eden to water the Garden Paradise; and from thence it was parted, and became into tour heads." These heads or streams are respectively named I'lson, union, liiddekel. aud Eu phrates in the narrative. The first of these Dr. Scott identifies with the Phases or Halys of latter times. Its source is near the head ot the Euphrates, and it flows north-westerly seven hundred miles, into the Black Sea. The second is the Araxes, which rises ten miles from the source of the Euphrates, and flows a thousand miles, a little north of cast, in to the Caspian Sea. The third, "the great river which is liiddekel," Daniel x, 4, is generally admitted to be the Tigris. And as to the fourth rEuphia- tes, there is no dispute about it. Now all these lour rivers have their sources in the highlands of Armenia, and, as it is stated that it was "from the garden that they parted and became four heads." it follows that the site of Paradise was that portion of Armenia in which these sources are found. Dr. Scott advances three objections to the theory that the face, of the Garden of Eden was so changed by the tlood as to be irrecover ably lost. In the first place, he says.it is bv no means certain that JSouh s flood was universal, in the strict meaning of that word; but in arguing this he vio lates his own principle of adhering to the strictly literal meaning ol the text, tor it is clear from the two narratives which are given in Genesis of the deluge that it was supposed to be universal i. .. extending all over the surface of the globe. In the second place, he men tions that the universality of the deluge is disputed by almost every geologist. And iu the third place, and this is his strongest argument, it is inconsistent with the narrative, written after the deluge, to say that the site of Eden Is lost. I he lour rivers remain, and then- son rces can be seen in Armenia. AVhy should they still exist, and yet the land ill which they spring have changed en tirely? Ararat is there as it was in the days of Noah, before the flood. In truth, there has been no such transformation of the soil as certain theologians have asserted. Alan has changed. This re gion lay between the Persian Gulf and the Caspian Sea, where now the wild Arab roams about; the cities are deso late, and the cruel despotism of the Per sian and the Turk "hath dried up realms lo deserts." It must be said, however, that the word "Eden" (signifying "delights Is nianilestlv used in various meanings in other portions of the scriptures, some times to denote a people, again lo denote a country, and again as the name o a person, and llnally in a number ot ways inconsistent with the idea of literal in tetpretation. Tiir first quarter century of Mr Beecher's settlement iu Brooklyn will he completed iu October, and a celebration ot the event is proposed. ItliLKilOUH NEWS. God doth plead with us all: "Give me thine heart!" Oh! let us all be quick to answer: "l'ather, Thy kingdom come!" A gentleman in New York city has of fered to give $5,000 to the Foreign Mis sionary Committee of the Southern Presbyterian Church, towards the en dowment ot the college at Campinas College, Brazil, which has been started under the auspices of the Mission at that place. The only condition made is that the Southern Presbyterian churches shall raise an equal amount, which they are earnestly called upon to do. A native recently applied for a situa tion as teacher iu one of the schools in Oude, as follows; "As for his ability in knowledge he observes himself the best fitted for his own solid parts which can have no external like those of the other description. But woe to him ! as grown to age has required to be, he is loaded with the weeds of glory by the mighty Nature, who thus leads him to beseech you for the favor of thinking best of him." The receipts from donations for the first nine months of the financial year of the American Board, fall $23,783 57 be low those of the corresponding period last year, and one-half of this falling oil' has 'been within the last two months. The receipts from legacies have been, and promise to be, for the year, larger than usual ; but no such prospect exists for another year. It is the income from living donors upon which the Board must mainly rely; and if the remaining three months shall exhibit, in the dona tions, the same downward tendency the Committee will feel greatly embarassed. Another incident has occurred in the millinery department of the Ritualistic controversy in England. It appears that Bishop Mcllvaine, of Ohio, on the occa sion of an "alms-dish presentation," ap peared within the communion-rails of St. Paul's Cathedral, Loudon, without his Episcopal robes. This has led to a correspondence on the subject in the Church Herald. One writer, who signs himself aD. D., "trusts he is not speak ing profanely when he says he did there appear 'not having on a wedding gar ment.' " We know not what lower depths of absurdity, not to say blasphe my, these sticklers" for flippery, as com prising the sum and substance of reli gion, are yet to reach. The subject of pulpit exchanges be tween the ministers of the Church of England and the Nonconformist bodies, has been under consideration by the Council of the British Evangelical Al liance, and a conference on the subject has been called, to meet this week. The action of several English clergymen, dignitaries of the Church, in holding such communion with clergymen of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland, has brought up the subject afresh. Dean Stanley, iu his recent lectures at Edin burgh, ou the History of the Church of Scotland, spoke repeatedly of the Epis copalians of Scotland as Dissenters, dis senting as they do from the Church es tablished by law. This term was not very agreeable to the High Church Epis copalians, but it was, nevertheless, ap propriate. The poor Pope is not contented even with his golden crown of thoriis. He has addressed a letter to Cardinal Anto nelli, in the form of a protest to the For eigu Powers, deploring the approaching enforcement of the law suppressing convents in Italy, as a violation of In ternational law. H says the constant encroachments on the rights of the Church by the Government of Italy, violate morality and justice, and that only a regard for the highest interests of the Church prevents his leaving Rome. He has been threatening for a long time to leave, aud now it seems he is thinking better of it. But according to all ap pearances, it does not matter much whether he goes or stays. The work of reform goes on, and will go on, despite all his groaning. A terrible thing it. is that the Roman people enjoy a little free dom once more ! Perskcutiox op Christian Children in India. Two cases of persecution are reported from Bangalore, where Miss Austey, of the London Mission, is suc cessfully at work among native girls. In one case the parents of a girl about to be baptized made au effort to kill her, by trying to persuade her to eat a piece of cocoanut which had been poisoned. Hap pily, she did not; but it was thus made clear that her parents would rather see her dead at their feet than see her a Christian. Iu the other ease the poor girl had been repeatedly beaten with in human cruelty. Attempts were made to deliver her, since which she has never been seen or spoken to by any Christian. She is watched incessantly, but there is every reason to believe that she contin ues steadfast in the faith. She is treated as an outcast, and kept outside the dwel ling-house, and has been constantly mov ed ironi place to piace. Romish Miracle. A correspondent of the London Daily JVeicx, at Rome, re ports an extraordinary occurrence at lorre del Greco, near .Naples. The Bish op of lschia, a native of the place, re cently died there. As his body was be- ng conveyed to the cemetery, iust as it was about to enter the gates, messengers hurriedly came from the town to an nounce that the dead prelate was work- ng miracles, the lame had been made to walk, the dumb to speak, aud so on The luiieral procession at once turned about, the colli n was carried back to Tor re del Greco, and the people along the oute were urged to bring forth their sick that thev might be restored to health. When the corpse was at length deposited in the church, so convinced were the crowd that the miraculous powers of the deceased were attached to every shred ot his clothes that they soon stripped the dead ooiiy ot all its ecclesi astical vestments and left it entirely na ked, it was in vain that thcchurchuig- uitaric 3 endeavored to restore Order. The people would not listen. At last the church bells were rung violently. The crowd rushed out to inquire the cause. the building was closed, and soon after troops came and prevented all further disturbance. Mr. Martinc.au, the leading Unitarian n England, in a communication puh- lshed in the tumilii treasury, makes the following confession in regard to the spiritual weakness of Unitarians in all ages and countries: ! am constrained to say that neither my intellectual pre ference nor my moral admiration goes heartily with the Unitarian heroes, sects, or productions ot any age. Ebiauites, Arians, tsoeinians, all seem to me to con trast unfavorably with their opponents and to exhibit a tviie of thought ant character far less worthy, on the whole, of the true genius of Christianity. I am conscious that my deepest obligations as learner Horn others, are in almos every department ol writers not ot my own creed. In philosophy, 1 have had to unlearn most that I had imbilicd from my early text books and the authors in chief la vor them. In Biblical Interpre tation, I derive from Calvin and Whitby the help that fails me in Crcll and Bel sham. In devotional literature and r ligious thought, I find nothing of our: that does not pale before Augustine Lanier, and Pascal. And iu fhe poetry ot the Church, it is melanin ortierman hymns, or the lines ot Charles Wesley or of Keble, that tastcii on my ineinor anil heart, and all else feel poor an coltl. 1 cannot help this; and I can only say that I am sure it is no perversity and I liclieve the preference is foundei iu reason and nature, and is alread widely spread among us. A man 'church' must be the home of whatevi' he most deeply loves, trusts, ail in I rex and reveres or whatever most divinely expresses the essential of the Christian faith nnd life; and to be torn away from the great company l have named, an transferred to the ranks which coiniiiau a far fainter allegiance, is an iiunattira and to me, an Inadmissible fate." CHIMES ASU CASUALTIES. A Quebec dispatch says the steamshin Editn Eimiy has gone ashore and eight of her crew drowned. A three months old child of Mr. Her- rick, of Bangor, Maine, lost its life Mon day morning by a cat sucking its breath while sleeping. The son of Captain A. D. Perkins, of Monroe Michigan, was killed yesterday uieniooii uy me accidental uncharge or iigu-i in the hands of a companion. while duck shooting. James Watts was found dead in his bed at the Park House, Chatham street, New York, last Saturdry. His throat was cut, and a pitcher one-third full of blood was found in the room. The Pacilic Mail Steamship Coinpanv received a special telegram atNew York ontirining the loss of the steamer Amer ica, at 1 okohaum. Part of the carso was saved and the lost specia will be re- overed uy divers, Chris Raft'erty the murderer of police officer O'Meara, at Chicago, was ou Sat urday morning sentenced to be hung on October 4th. He turned pale when called on by the Judge to rise, and his knees shook violently. The case will be ap pealed to the Supreme Court. Last week two poor lunatics, both armless and one of them a cripple.have been literally kicked to death by a bru tal keeper named Thomas Farrcll, at the New York Asylum for the Insane, on Ward's Island. Farrell has been ar rested. A men named Schnauer. AVednesdav. took an ax, brained his Infant child, then struck his wife with it, fracturing her kull, and going into the cellar cut his own throat and wrists with the ax and arving knife. None of the parties are dead yet, but the physician says they cannot live. Hum and jealousy the cause. Coronor Gray was notified the other day mat me uoiiy oi a dead man had been found in the enterprising yilliage of Yat- ton. upon arriving at the latal ftot it was found that the 'corpse had sulticient- ly recovered to stagger off to a place less exposed to the unsympathetic gaze of assers by. By common consent ' the verdict of "dead drunk" was agreed up on, and the inquest closed. A young American lady, who has been for some time living with her par ents in Zurich Switzerland, and had con trary to their wishes, been receiving the addresses ot a young Pole, was forbidden some tune since, to see him any more. Upon thislthe lovers attempted mutual suicide, but the Pole was arrested just after the young lady was killed, and as he was about to place the revolver to his own head. A horrible murder occurred iu Paola ansas Saturday evening. Caleb Spen- 'cr, a wealthy farmer living in Ossawat- tomie township, in a tit of insanity pro- need by lamily dilliculties, murdered his daughter Mrs. Wallace, and danger ously wounded his son-in-law Wallace. he latter m defending himself struck Spencer with a club, causing instant death. The wounds received by Mrs. Spencer and Wallace are pronounced fa tal. The usual quiet of New Haven, Conn., was broken last Friday afternoon bv the report that a horrible murder had been committed in one of the less reputable streets of the city, followed by the death t the murderer by his own hands. The circumstances proved as reported, save hat the persons were not immediately nled. On proceeding to West street, the scene of the occurrence, it was found that Phillip Shenauer. a barkeeper, had struck his wife a fearful blow on the forehead with the sharp edge of a hatch et and had cut a terrible gash in one of her wrists with a knife. He then struck his infant child upon the head, driving piece of the skull in and allowing the rain to oo.c from the wound. He then cut to the cellar and cut his own throat and wrists, apparently with the knife used u lion his wile, and inflicted a wound pon his own forehead with the hatchet. 'lie physicians called considered the three cases to be hopeless. The wife's tse was considered least critical. The murderer evidently intended to make thorough work with himself, as the gash in the throat was deep, although not touching the ina;n ar tery. Ktini was tue cause ot the dreadful affray. Shenauer is a German. Some mouths ago he was belore the courts tor threatening the lives of his wife and hild, and was released under bonds to keep the peace on promise of reformation . lie deserted his business as bar keeper nd engaged in honest work, but in a few weeks deserted hi3 trade and opened saloon, i estcrday morning his tather- in-law discovered that he was drunk, and asked that he be arrested, but It was thought best to wait until night. The flair caused great excitement through out the city- Iast Thursday evening a tragedy was enacted in llackensack, N. J The Quack eubush and Campbell families are quite wealthy. Mr. l'iakenhush docs busi ness in New York. His son Henry, ged about seventeen, held a resiionsible position as clerk iu the Bank of Bergen ounty. some months ago ne became enamored with Miss Cora Campbell,agcd sixteen. She is bright and attractive, and endowed with good sense. Young Quackcnbush became assiduous in his attentions to jliss Cainpbclt, and ner family was favorable to a match between them. The Quackenbush family were, ou the contrary, opposed to the mar riage. Last Thursday the young maii wrote to Miss Campbell asking her to marry him. He received no reply, and nthe evening went to ner residence He was told that Miss Cora was at the house of a neighbor. He went to the house designated, and there found Miss Campbell and several other young ladies. He remained there a snort time listen ing to the music and indulging in con versation with the company. He got up and piittiiigon his hat went out the door, closed it, atul remained standing ou the door tor several minutes. J to fi nally rang the bell, and said he wished to see Cora, lie wau told she was not there, as she had stepped out. He turn ed away and sauntered down the street, hen wheeled around, walked back to house, rang the bell again, and asked igain it Cora was there. Iu rcsixuise Miss Campbell went to the door. Quack- enhush asked her it she intended to mar ry him. She answered : "No; 1 am too voting and so are you. Besides there is yet plenty of time to think about it." "Then you know the consequences. he replied, and pulling his revolver from his pocket, placed it at his head above his right car, and asked her again if she consented. She slill refused, aud he.hcs- itating a moment, pulled the tiirsrer. He staggered and llnally fell on rthe stoop, amid the confusion and screams of the young ladies, who ran out in terror, r many assistance an ived, and the young man was removed into the house, vv. uuructt was sent lor, who made an examination. After close in spection he was unable to 11 nd any bul let tu his head, l he only apparent in jury was a contusion ot skin above the right ear ; me bullet did not sink under the skin, but merely gra.ed it deep enough to cause a copious flow ol Mood. After lviug a couple of hours, he cot un and walked home, lie told his mother he had fallen and bruised his head. The next morning Quuckeiibiish went, to the bank and remained at work all day. in the evening, the wound becoming paiu- ful, he went to Dr. Burdctt for attention Dr. Burdctt then went to the hov's father and mother aijd told the story of the! son's attempted suicide. They then took htm in charge and put him to bed. 11 grew worse mid tmllcrcd Intensely, lie- ing unconscious most of the tune up to his death, Saturday evening. The imme diate cause ol liiii death was congestion ot the brain. MELANGE, " A fresh lot of magnesium in the sun's photosphere, we expoctroseope. , New Jersey is proud of a woman weighing 272 pounds in her neck-ribbon. Two female barbers in Brussels show woman's effort to razor self to independ ence, i - The city fathers of Hartford have de creed that pigs In the public thorough- lares are uores. Degrees of comparison in the latitude of Cincinnati: Food, sow; rum, sour; wiuci, sow-west. A Massachusetts burglar,' evidently of a grave turn of mind, lately broke into a coffin warehouse. : .. The leading journal of Humboldt, Ka.. is the Taper, edited, by an experienced gentleman aged ten. A Mrs. Hillard, of Rock port, HI., re cently cowhided a clergyman because he told bad stories about her. . . . i Cuspadors" of Vesuvian lava are dis played in the windows of ceramic stores. Cuspador means a spittoon. A woman in Lienz, Germany, became so extremely pious that she murdered her Ave children to make angels of them. Miss Josephine Mansfield, it is said. will request lecture audiences to put themselves in her place. We'd rather not. The latest Indiana' divorce has been obtained by a husband on the ground that his wife coerced him into matrimo ny. .,f "Kerosenility," is the latest character ization of the old women who are con tinually lighting themselves with kero sene oil. A Georgia gentleman wants to waeer that he can eat a peek of tomatoes a day for thirty consecutive days.' Ue must feel quite peckish. A new settlement on the St John's Kiver, Florida, has been named Beecher, probably because it has more beach than its inland neighbors. , , - A Canadian matron one hundred and eight years old is still able to devote much energy to bringing up her little "y Ked ninety-three, V,,., (IV A centenarian cannibal named Tarain, who distinctly remembered how some of Captain Cook's crew- tasted uncooked, died recently in New Zealand. A club of Boston ladies, are bard at work endeavoring to obtain the passage of a city ordinance providing that all to bacco chewcrs shall be muzzled. All the Germans in the Bowery are rushing to a show at the foot of East Houston street- because a Rhiiie-oseros is announced for exhibition there. ... Six orphans in Pittsburg, Pa., are to some extent compensated for inheriting from their father the name of Winne biddle by also inheriting from him some $1,200,000. !.-!!.,..- ! A genius doing business in a west- side street announces that he has "ar- rowniatic bitters" . for sale. Of course they go "right to the spot" on account of the arrow that is in them. "White satin gin" is an Englist stim ulant coming into much favor here. Temperance preachers ought to recom mend it, since they, have been so long preaching down black Satan gin. It is reported that the women of Nan tucket have formed a club for the pur pose of securing husbands for its mem bers. There are. teii men in that town to one woman, aud the Idea is to rattle for the men. "A young widow" advertises in a Cin cinnati paper that she has an income of $3,000 a year, and will marry any mau, young or old, who possesses the same means, ana can produce a certincate oi good character. Laura Fair is to have her second trial at San Francisco to-morrow. Her im prisonment has served to make her more beautiful than ever. , The pure white and rich red of her face is described by "local" as "heavenly." The manufacture of cigars gives em ployment to a large number of peniten tiary convicts iu lli.nois: and most trav elers will agree that people who make such cigars as are ordinarily sold in Illi nois ought to be in the penitentiary. Au Administration paper in Ohio as serts that "Greeley hats used for setting liens." This fcliows tliat there a some thing on-ncst about them, at all events, while the contents of the opposite par ty's hats are commonly addled, notwith standing their military cock-aid. Lowell, Mass., always makes it a point to combine instruction with amusement, and accordingly instead of giviug its street Arabs mere sensual romps iu the country they are to be taken to the ag ricultural iair ana treated to disquisi tions iu top-dressing and superphos phates. A good Michigander has been pro nounced nou compos mentis because he rushed through the main street of De troit in search of "the road to heaven." If he really wanted to lind that path we should say that he showed his perfect sanity in getting out of Detroit as quick ly as possible. 1 A couple of French acrobats Bre mnk- ng a sensation iu Parlsby suspending themselves from two swingiug trapazes and playing pitch and toss with a young girl. Aery skillful, very pronabie, ami. doubtless, perfectly safe for the adult male performers; all the danger ami lit tle of the credit falling to the lot of the girl. The average lloosier must be rapidly degenerating, judging, from the state ment of a Philadelphia paper, which ays : "Western juries are made up of so lid men eighteen of them weighing 2IUW pounds." it tins oe the aggregate weight of eighteen juries, each man must have weighed a fraction over twelve pounds. A "common scold," in Dunkirk, X. Y., has been lined $10 under a very old but unrepealed statute. Inasmuch, how ever, as .the flue must itrobably come out of the pocket of the lady's husband, we would suggest that in future cases of this sort the good old-fashioned penalty of the "cucking-stool" lie also revived as likely to be much more effectual. A Chiensro editor savs; "Somoliodv haying applied to an editor tor a method by which he might cure his daughter of her partiality for young gentlemen, Is kindly iniormed that there are several methods of reform. The best are to put her iu a well and drop-a few loads of gravel ou her head, or to bind her ankle to an anvil and upset her out of a boat." At a ladies' swimming establishment near London one of the "ladies" slipped and fell backward some distance into the water. In the suddenness of her fright and vexation she displayed an intimate knowledge ot the higher branches ol or namental masculine profanity, l ilts led to the discovery of the fact that the lady" was none other than a young man of -a distinguished family. Here serves his discoveries for his own per sonal edification. This, from tho Danbnry Xetrs, Is worth a smile or two: "Two Squabble Hill men have been devoting themselves to one girl. Between the two she hardly knew liow to choose, and fortune grew dizzy skipping from one banner to the other. Friday night No. 1 appeared in a brand-new pair of iiants that had the most gorgeous plaid ever seen. ! The young lady caved at oatiti, threw her self upon lils breast, aud laiutly articu lated: 'Oh, ain't they bully r' This of course solved the dllllculty as to the maiden's choice, and there was evidently nothing more to do but to fix 'the day.' But alas! lor human calculation. Mid day night No. 3 appeared on the scene with a shirt that opened behind. They are to be married next Thursday. N. 1 has retired to the solitude of a tan baik mill iuYoi x State."