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The Huron Expositor, 1870-10-14, Page 1MR7 187� ""r PUB PARERS, 'AV GLASS, ET BRANDS, d bdard ...• • ; CASTINGS hand,. TAP COD. Of el :TME, AND - JOT NE BLASTER. any deeeriptfola spot. Sign of Seaforth; Qiat, iozt Cross -cut Saws watteented *to cut t`he same time .as the sure to see them. is. to hire. :YBEItTSON & CO. 112— E D, Ag TTJ Cheaper BELL'S klYDED It 1Retail. before Piart, & NOMUL • ;ER GP:MARKET REe . • on the Shortest • gtantly.:.on hand. Oft Hi E.:. H ES. ( CLOCKS CLOCKS CLOCKS C,!LOCK S CLOCKS CLOCKS CLOCKS CLOCKS CLOCKS QLOCKS Best Assorted Stock at Pk R. COUNTER'S, k.EL'S HoTEL. 1.870. 52re- WM. F. LUXTON, "Freedom in Trade—Liberty in Religion—Equality in Civil Rights". • EDTIOR & PUBLISHER OL 3, NO. 45, SEAFORTH, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1870. WHOLE NO. 149. BUSINESS CARDS. MEDICAL. IT) TRACY, M. D., Coroner for the County of Huron. Office and Residence—One door East of the Methodist Episcopal Church. Seaforth, Dec. 14th, 1868 11C. 'MOORE, M. D., (Graduate of McGill e University, Montreal,) Physician, Surgeon, &c.Office and residence Zurich, Ont., Zurich, Sept. 7th, 1870. 144 TAMES. STEWART, M. D., C. M., Graduate ey of McGill University, Montreal. Physician, Surgeon'•&o Office and residence :—At Mn. Coo 's, Varna. D W. R. SMITH, Physician, Surgeon, etc. I Office,—Opposite. Veal's Grocery. Resi- dence—Main-street, North. Seaforth, Dee. 14,-1863. TTL. VER ' COE M. D. C. M., Physician, Sur- geon etc, Office and Residence, corner of Market Ind High Street'immediately in rear of Kidd. & McMulkin's Store. Seaforth, Feb. 4th. 1870. 53-1y. T CAMPBELL, M. D. C. M., (Graduate of M. „ Gill University, Montreal) Physician, Sur- geon, etc. , Seaforth Office and Residence—Old Post Office Building, up stairs, where he will be found by night or day when at home. Seaforth, July 15th, 1869. 84-ly LEGAL. Tiol F. WALKER, Attorney -at -Law and . So. • • . _L. nettor-meutiancery, conveyancer, Notary Public &c. Office of the Clerk of the Peace, Court House, Goderich, Ont. . N.R —Money to lend at 8 per cent on Farm Lands. , Goderich, Jan'y. 28. 1870. 112-1y. 1 4.- /CAUGHEY & HOLMSTEAD, Barristers, _JI. Attorneys at Law, Solicitors in Chancery -and insolvency, Notaries Public and Conveyanc- ers. Solicitors for the R. C. Bank, Seaforth, . Agents for the Canada *Life Assurance Co. NI B.—$30,000 to lend at 8 per cent. Farms, Houses and Lots for sale. , . c Seaforth, Dec. 14th, nets. 53-tf. BENSON, & MEYER, Barristers and Attorney at Law, Solicitors in Chancery and insolv- ency, Conveyancers, Notaries Public, etc. Of- fices,—Seaforth and. Wroxeter. Agents for the 'Trust and Loan Co. of Tipper Canada, : and the Colonial Securities CO. of London, England. Money at 8 per cent, no commission, charged; - e. JAS. H. BENSON, H. W. C. MEYER. Seaforth, pee. 10th 1868. i 53-1y.. DENTAL: ,. . evee---, ee G. W. HARRIS, L. D. S Arti• ficial Dentures inserted with all the "tliiteil latest iraprovem.ents. The greatest care taken for the preservation of decayed and tender teeth. Teeth extracted :without pain. Rooms over Collier's Store. ' . Sa,eforth. Dee. 14, 1868. ly. HOTELS. 1MERC1AL HOTEL, Ainleyvill , James Laird, proprietirt, affords first-class accom- C0 modation for the travelling public. The larder and bar are always supplied with the best the markets afford. Excellent stabling in connection I A inleyv- ille, A peil 23, 1869. 70-tf. J T2- ONX'S HOT EL (LATE SHARP'S) The un- ' 1‘... dersigned begs to thank the public for the ' liberal patronage awarded to him in times past in the hotel business, and also to inform them 1 that he has again resumed business in the above . stand, where he will be happy to . have a call ' from old friends, and many new ones. ' THOMAS KONX. i -, Seaforth, May 5, 1870. ' 126-tf. . . J• R. ROSS, Proprietor New Dominion Hotel, . begs to inform the people of Seaforth and s the travelling community generally, that he keeps a firet-class accommodation in every thing required by travellers. A good stable and willing hostler a always on hand, Regular Boarders will receive every necessary attention: , a Seaforth, Feb. 8th, 1869. 63-1y. a u i - BRITISH EXCHANGE HOTEL, GODH ERIC, t ONT. , J . CALLAWAY, PROPRIETOR ; J; S. v Weniaaats,. (late of American Hotel, Warsaw, N. - Y.) Manager. This hotel has recently been new- (I ly- furnished, and refitted throughout, and. is now one a the most entrifertable and commodious in ue the Province. Good Sample Rooms for Commer- ° cial Travellers. Terms liberal, a Goderich, April 14, 1870. 194 -ti. G - n. . MISCELLANEOUS S b. , 0 HARP'S LIVERY STABLE,1 MAIN ST., 1M 0 S EAFORTII. First Class Horses and Carriages bi always on hand at reasonable terms. VI R .L. SHARP, Proprietor. in Seaforth, May 5th, 1870. 3-tf— .e. & CROOKE, Architects, eta. Plans 0 and Specifications drawn correctly. Carpen- ter's; Plasterer's, and Mason's work, measured and -v-alued. Office ---Over J. C. Detlor & Co.'s store, Court -House Square, Goderich. Goderich, April 23, 1869. 79-1y. ri et W. McPHILLIPS, Provincial Land Sur- • . veyors, Civil Enemeers, etc. All manner of Conv-eyancing clone with neatness and dispatch. G. McPhillips, Commissioner in B. R. Office— Next door south of Sharp's Hotel, Seaforth. Seaforth, Dec. 14,1868. 53-1y. HA:ZLEHURST, Licensed. Auctioneer for _V. the County of Huron. • Goderich, Ont Particular attention paid. to the sale of Bankrupt Stock. Farm Stock Sales attended on Liberal Terms. Goods Appraised, Mortgages Foreclosed, Landlord's Warrants Executed. Also, Bailiff First Division Court for Huron. Goderich, June 9th, 1861 76. tf KY 'NATIVE LAND, FFritten for the Expositor. Weel I lo'e my native land, Wi her sea-girt rocky shore, s• And weel I lo'e her hether hills That I shall ne.'er see more ; Her mountains'proud tower to the clouds, •\--1 Where the lordly .eagle dwells, Her blue hills sweet, her gowana meek, - Her streams.aed flowery dells. The land that give brave Wallace birth, Who bondage sternly spurned; The land Of the bold and noble Bruce, The land of the poet Burns, Where the thistle brave does proudly wave - Its head to the passing breeze; And the yellow bloom 0' the homely broom, The hills and tha bright green trees. Oft hae I wandered wi delight - On the braes o' Bonney Doon, Or on the verdant banks o' Clyde In the light o' the harvest moon, Wi the stars on high in a summer sky, And the rivers swift and deal, Wi theroses red in all their pride And the scent o' the sweet wood -brier. My heart warms tomy native land, Tho' far away I roam, And wishes oft to view again The scenes of my ehildhood'e home : When in youthful days on her sunny braes, . Wi lightsome heart I strayed, - Or in the deepening light o' the .corning night Wi comrades dear I played. - Wha can blame auld Scotland's sons Free, bragging o' their hame ; In peade or war, on laud or sea, • Her sons are known to fame, In battle's hour, when dangers lour Her.swordis sheep and keen,. Her tartans bright in many a fight, In the foremost rank been seen. BERNE, A. .3, 1870. A. M. MRS, GREGORY'S DIAMONDS. "George Gregory, Attorney -at -Law," was on the brass plate on the door, and every one always called my. employer George Gregory, because -there were seven brothers of the name, all in New York. I was Frank Forest, aged twenty-two: and was articled clerk to Mr. Geo.' Gregory. He was the best friend I ever had, and the best husband and father I ever knew. At home he had a good merry little wife, and a dozen children, so near of. an age, and so exactly alike, that strangers could never tell them apart. I would have worked hard for Mr. Gregory, and sacrificed my best gloves for the children, but I would have died out right for Mrs. Gregory. George Gingery was well off, and his business rapidly increasing, but Mrs. Gregory dressed. plainly of her own choice, as she so often told me. It was not more than twice a year that she fasten- ed in her ears and at her throat the diamond rings and pin which were all her little fortune when George Gregory married her. They Were not very valuable, and the setting was old fash- ioned, but they were, after all, actually diamonds and gold, and very precious to the owner." "I wore them on my- wedding day ;'' she used o say "and if ever I have a girl (Mrs. G's tribe ear all boys) she shall wear them on -hers." The rings were pendants—the shape of the ettieg, in outline, very like some drawings of gyptian yeses which I )aaveseen. In each were ve diamonds. The pin had but four ; the cen- ral diamond had been lost, and a pearl set in its teed. Mrs. Geo. Gregory kept them in a purple leath- ern casket, shaped like a knapsack. She was fond of opening this, to give the chil- an a peep at lier treasure. It gave her unquali- ed gratification ; but somehow, believe me or not s you choose, they always made my blood run old. know. It's impertinent of me to ask it, but I'm 'an old friend of Mrs. Gregory's; and you'll • oblige me, I know." I thought the lady rather cool, I confess ; and I -thcnight, too, of what Mr. George Gregory would say as to my desertion of the office. But the lady seemed to read my thoughts; and set- -tied that question by saying -- I "I'll mind the office, and ;explain to Mr. --JeGregory," and once morel gave me a smile; that • smile settled. the whole affair. • I seized my hat and departed. The shower was almost over already, and laughed to myself at the lady's fears of a wetting ; but I made my, way to Avenue Place at once. The place was easy enough to find. but I searched fqr the num- ber ix vain. I stood at the corner in perplexity, when a rough unpleasant l000king fellow put a hand on my shoulder and cried— " Hallo ! who are you looking kr ?" "Mrs. Contille's house," I said.—" No. 40, Avenue Place." "Ain't no No. 40," he said. "You mistook— it's 30. I'm her coachman. What is the matter ?" "She want's you and her carriage," 1 said, shortly, " at Mr. George Gregory's." , "Yes," said the man, "she's always wanting something. Ladies always are sir. 1'11 have the carriage out in no time. are, ride back with me ?" I had not had my tea yet, and time was of im- portance. "I'll go with you," I said. He be- eame more polite still. " She's a lady that has aafine a stable of hors- es as any lady I know," he said. "1 can see by your eye that you are a judge of horses, You take a look at 'em. Come along this way, sir, if you please." This, as it appeared to me, was a high coMpli- ment. I nodded, and followed the man. He led the way down an alley to a building of some sort, and opened the door. "After you e sir," he said. I took a step forward; felt rude hands upon my shoulders; was flung forward some paces; heard a door locked, and was alone in a perfectly empty building. There, despite all my calls for aid, 1 remained until the dawn' broke; when, by its light, I espied a loose board in the side of the building, pushed it. away, and. squeezed through it into some poor man's back yard, where I made a dash straight through the pessage, in which a woman was .already washing, and so into the street. Thence I sped, as fast as my feet would carry -me towards the office ; but before I reach- ed it -I saw a sight which made my blood run cold. The street was full of people, half-dressed and horror-stricken. Policemen guarded the door. Something horrible had happened. I rushed for- • ward, Those who knew me made way for me to pass; and I saw stretched. on his back in a pool of blood. in the middle of the -floor Air. George Gregory, as ghastly a spectacle as 'human eyes might ever rest on, cold and dead without a doubt; and, further on, the safe wide open, with its pa- pers scattered on the floor. Then I faintede :or had a fit, and came -to in gaol. They set me free in a little while ; perhaps no one ever really suspected me: • The wretched widow, so broken down with woe that I hardly knew her, attested to my fi- delity to her husband. My story was told over and over again, and it seemed certain that the ruffian who looked me up in the stable was the murderer. _ But nothing was heard of him. He. had made his escape -with thirteen thousand dollars and. the case containing the diamonds. I grew worn and ill with anxiety and trouble. And at last f could bear it no lotger, but bade them good-bye and left the town. As I parted from Mrs. Gregory, she put both hands on my shoulders. "I shan't live to see you again," she said ; "but promise me that if ever you meet the man who killed my husband, you viill do all you can to bring him to justice. Don't forgetilhis face— don't forget his voice. Hang him if ye1/2.1 see hirn. Hang him Frank Forest, or curse you !" "1 need no bidding to do that," I said; but she made me swear it on the Bible, and then kiss- ed and blessed me as a mother might. I went to California and the gold fever fell up- on me; and I worked for a fortune in the diggings for five good years. I had, nothing to complain of as to luck; and at last, with lots of nuggets in my pockets, and health and heart for anything I went to San Frarcisco to enjoy myself. Only one who has lived as I had for so many years, can tell what pleasure it was to meet wo- men in the streets, to see them at pla,ces of amusement, to talk with those to whom I became known. No man on earth is so ready to fall in love at first sight, as one who has dwelt apart with his own sex for any length of time. And I think it would have been hard for any one not to admire the Semora Maria. They said she was Spanish, and her beautiful eyes were the eyes of Sunny Spain. A man from the diggings is apt to think too rauch of what will be said of him or what is. said. of other people. 1 never asked the Donna's an- tecedents. I loved her, I wooed her, and. I won her heart. Yes, I believe she loved me. I be- lieve it now. • She was a wild thing, reckless, and passionate. No maiden nurtured in a pea.cefullhome couldhave been what she was. I also had grown reckless. •II think I loved her better for it. We were to be.m.arried. very soon. The world was now divided by that lover's rule—" Where she was, and where she was not." Still, I had no presentiment -whatever when, ne bright August day, Mrs. Gregory announced he fact that. she was about to take the children rito the country. "They want air," she said. "and I.found the icest place. Only I hate to leave George alone. ou'll look after him a little, Frank r - And I promised. faithfully. That afternoon Mrs. -Gregory started for •topping at the office to put her dead and gone unt's diamonds in the safe. Mr. Gregory went with his wife to the station, d returned looking a little blue, I thought. That night he slept on a lounge in the office, nd announced his intention of doing so, nd of taking his meals at 'a • restaurant, ntil his wife's return. I copied his example as o meals. but I slept in my usual place, as there -as no accomodation at the office. And 89 we kept on for a week and 'a half, uietly and regularly', except that Mr. Gregory egotiated for a certain piece of property, which e had Millis eye for a 'long while, and which rs. Gregory thought the finest in the city. It was to be a surprise to her on coming home. And one afternoon, all elkbeing settled, Mr. regory went to the bank, and drew thence the oney which he was to pay the present owner. mething stood on mortgage, I forget what ; t thecash was thirteen thousand. dollars. At ten next day it was to be paid over, saw r, Gregory count it, and lock it up in his safe fore he went to tea, and thought, 1 remember ry well, that I sheuld like to have so much oney. I was spending it in imagination, when the of - n ; a very p pretty woman, all 1 could see of her face for her • veil. She had yellow curls, and black eyes and bright cheeks; and a very pretty chin, with a dimple in it. She was dressed in black, a good deal of lace and many. bugles about her. She came close to me, and looked down into my eyes, and smiled and said— • " Will Mr. Gregory be in again to -night, do yon think?" I told her that he would be in soon, I supposed; and offered her a chair, 'which she took with an- other smile. Then she looked skyward through the window,- and remarked that it was raining. • "It will ram all night, I'm sure," she said. " How foolish I was to walk 1 I'm so delicate that a soaking would be my death, It you only would do me a favor—a great on to ask of a stranger ; but— odwill, I know.", If, it is possi le," I replied. " If you onlv walla go to No. 40, Avenue Place, and as hem to send Mrs. Contille's car- riage," she id. We went to the theatre, where, in a blaze of light, her beauty drew all eyes towards her. I loaded. her with presents, she gave the rich ayment in that sweet promise that she should 1) lifeelo.lig to me soon—should be mine, at least, for Once I said, "In Heaven also." Then she turned on me a wild strange ga-ze: • Hush, Frank !" she said. "1 don't want to .leink of heaven or of death. I may not have ab- rlution--I—let this world suffice us !" Our wedding day was close at hand, when one - day I called to see her. She was packing certain of her possessions in a little trunk. Warm as it was a fire burnt on the hearth. to it, as I entered, she was casting handsful of flaxen lap. airnid from , sppeom a curling wig which lay upon Shsd eaiga:v—e :a little scream is she saw me. Then she Ah, I did not hear you, Frank. I am burn - g a rehc of a masquerade ball, at which I acted as fr "You can ride back in it you "Are you ill ?". I asked. a blonde." 1 But she was so pale as she spoke that she ightened me. 3 "The smell of burning hair has made me faint,"- she said. • "I will have no more of it," I cried. "Give the thing to a servant to make away with." And I. rose to find her smelling salts. The bottle stood upon a table. As I lifted it my eye lightedupon a little casket—a casket I had seen before, of tarnished purple velvet, shaped like a miniature knapsack. I seized it andtore it open. Within lay a pin and ear -rings, in outline like aa old Egyptian vase, the centre diamond of the pin replaced by a pearl; in three words—Mrs. Gregory's Diamonds 1 This is what I cried.aloud. This is what she heard as she rushed towards me. "Frank." she eaid—" Frank, what is it, love? Tell me," and she shook like an aspen as she spoke. I looked at4he curled flaxen Wig upon the floor. I looked at the beautiful dimple in the chin I had BO often kissed, and I staggered back against the wall. I knew her now. I rememe bered her_perfectly. She was the woman whom I had left in George Gregory's office on that awful day, six years before. She had come thither in disguise. For what' i serTehete'r.e, never meant to kill him—only to open the safe. ber that I love yoe." George Gregory lying in his blood on the floor. It may be his avenging spirit gave me power to do what I did. fatherless on that awful night. I remembered anguish. I remembered the children -who were ed my oath. I remembered 'the widow in her mercy! I will go away. I—oh, Frank, remem- was tortured. . but he caught elle at -it. He seized. upon me— and I used. my knife. Frank—Frank 1 have remember the young man of whom you rielyouts • you wore that very same wig, and—" self in Mr. Gregory's office, six years ago, when clear to me,- 'have you forgotten me ? Do you I opened the door.' • I passed down into the • But she had made confession and I remember - But shelled thrown herself at my feet. I remembered it too well. I was agonized. I "Frank," she said, • "Frank, my beloved, I 6` Senora Matia," I said, and my voice sounded . i by some strange chance, the.firs‘t per- son I met was a detective from New York, with whom I had, a few days before; talked over the mystery- of Gregory's murder. • I seized him by the arm. "The woman who murdered Geo. Gregory is in that room," I said, "I have every proof of it, and her confession." • "Have you gone -entirely mad?" he asked. "That is Senora Maria's apartment." "Senora Maria is the murderess, and I shall be mad very soon," I replied; and there follow- ed. for me merciful darkness and oblivion, as I sank upon the ground. She died! I cannot tell, you more. They proved her guilt. Nay, she never strove to hide it. •el ' , e She had • been one of a gang of robbers. She had never been a good woman, or in any way a worldly one—vile frora her childhood; so they proved her. But 'ince I loved her. I have never forgotten that, or that she loved me. It haunts in as I wander throughthe gold land, careless of its gold, seeking only to shun the sight of women. It will haunt me through my life' until I lie down in some fair solitude to die. Ishall never forget that I gave the only woman that I ever loved to death, though she was that wretched creature at whom the mob hooted when she went out to die—the lost, degraded murderess, Senora Maria! The Grave of the Mother of Burns. • In the parish churchyard of Bolton lies interred all that is mortal of Agnes Brown'the honored mother of the national poet, Robert Burns. Gil- bert Burns, the eldest son of the family, when factor to Lord Blantyre, residectat Grant's Braes; his aged mother lived , with him ; and at her death she was interred in the church -yard. One after another of Gilberts family followed or pre- ceeded their grandmother to the grave, til five of the younger generation, all taken away in the bldom of life, lay beside her, along with a daught- er, the younger sister of the poet. To mark the spot, Gilbert erected a neat head -stone, on which are inscribed the names of these who lie beneath. In due time his own was added to the rest, and the eV -arm -hearted but sagacious elder brother of Burns now sleeps quietly with his kindred in the church yard of Bolton, far away from the pleas- ant murmuring offthe Doon, with which he was familiar in the days of his youth. The burying place of the Burns family is now surrounded by a chaste but substantial iron railing. Tho head- stone ancl railing have been repainted, the grass within the enclosure and around it is tidily trim- med:= and everything done' which could denote that Ithe dead was not forgotton by the living. The eurvivors of Burns are not unmindful of the place which Agnes Brown holds in the affection- l'ate regard of Scotchmen. But for. her the r‘Cot- ter's Saturday Night" might never have been written; and it cannot be uninteresting tb the • dwellers of East Lothian to know that her re- mains lie buried in one of the quietest and most peaceful of our country churchyards, where the trees which cast their morning, shadows over the graves are reflected in the sweet waters of the Coalston streamlet as it fiow's eastward to the Tyne.; Tragedy in Lucan. VARIETIES. Some lovers' quarrels begin and some end with a smack. • The anchor's , weighed, and is shortly to be sold forold iron. Laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes " No honeymoon" is the latest marriage an- nouncement. • The lady -who wasitaken by surprise has been returned to her friends. • Everything we add to our knowledge adds to our means of:usefulness. Our greatest glory consists not in never falling but in rising every time we fall. When are soldiers like writers for the press? When they charge by the column. An aetive life its the best guardian of virtue, ,and. the best preservative of health. - Why is a red-headed man like a soldier' Be- cause he carries fire -locks over his shoulder. • A sagatious philosopher has observed that if the earth really is hollow, we all live upon a mere crust. Brigham Young dosen't agree with his mother- in-law, and she frequently attacks hiin ie. pla- toons. • Why is a horse the most euriou, feeder in the world IP Because he eats best when he has a bit in his mouth. .Thereeis only one thing worse than ignorance ankthal is conceit. Of all intractable fools, an overWise man is the worst. •Why is a woman crossing a muddy road like a word of command? Because it it is clothes up in the rear and dress up ia the front. A, provincial concludes a long obituary witb the following strange notification : "Several deaths ariimavoidably deferred." • The president of the fat man's elub has grown so heavy of late that the other day, while walk- ing out, his shadowefell on a child and killed it. • If a man does not make i•tew acquaintances as he advances in life, he will soon find himself left alone. A reanshould keep his friendship in con- stant repair.—Johnson.. A veteran was relating his exploits to a crowd of boys, and mentioned. having been. in five en- gagements. " That's nothing," broke in a little fellow: "My sister Sarah's been engaged eleven times." An old merchant instructed his clerk thus : "When a man comes into the store anclatalks of honesty, watch him, if he talks of his wealth, don't try to sell to him ; if he talks of his religion, don't trust him a shilling." A person at Pike' e Peak, writing to a Minneso- ta journal, says that the miners are very much discouraged in that region ; they have to dig thrOugh a solid vein of silver four feet thick be- fore' they reach the gold. At a meeting convened in Chicago during the late war some one offered a cow to the first mar- ried. volunteer. The volunteer who stepped for- ward was a single man. "Gentlemen,"said he, "I belong to that class that can't be cowed." Doctor's Wife—" Why do you not send for r my husband, dear, if you feel unwell" Forward child (interposing)—" Oh, pa says it is generally easier to get rid of the disease than of the doctor, if you once get him in the house !" • 1 • As Claude R,es wife sat quietly in the twilight, a fellow stole behind her and kissed her. "13 it you, Claude ?" she asked hurridly. "No, dear Madam." A. moment after he was heard to ex- claim—" 0, yes, I am clawed _ now—indeed I ' A Yankee pedlar of crackers and gingerbread.. thus expatiated upon -the wonderfal quality of his ware —"My e hearers I have often heard. that hunger would eat through a stone wall, and I don't doubt it, especially if one of Any biscuits was on the other side. A school -girl, in writin.g to her mother, says, - 1 get along nicely with all my teachers except Miss Smith ; but I don't blame her, because she accidentally shot the young man she was engaged. to, and it naturally makes her feel kind of cross, especially on cloudy days." The German philosopher, Leasing, being re- markably absent-minded, knocked at hie own door one evening, when the servant, looking out of the window, and. not recognizing him, seid—"The Professor ie not at home. "Oh, very well," said Lessing, composedly walking away, "I shall call another time. A little one got his evening prayer somewhat mixed, after going with his parents to Bryant's, ere it is, by a special reporter— "Now I lay me flown to sleep, . Dat's what my Mockler said, Bray de Lord my sonl to keep; Shoo, fly, don't bod_der me." A witness in a court at McConnellsville, Ohio, asked what his opinion was of the prisoner's erecter for trnth and veracity. • He said his racter for truth was all right, -but his veracity s considerably talked.. about. On being asked at he Meant by veracilty, the witness said ;— Why, I mean the prisener is lightning after men." • was ch cha we • wh wire • The inhabitants of Luca,n village were startled on Wednesday, about five o'clock, by the occur- rence of a shocking tragedy. A young son of Mr. Mitchell Haskette farmer, near the village, was shot by a companion, an adopted son of Mr. Samuel Brown. The boys were schoolmates, and were returning from school, young Brown carry- ing a loaded shot gun. They went into Brown' orchard, and while thefe it is supposed a wrangle took place, which ended in Brown's shooting the other. The charge entered young Haskett's head and killed him instantly. A man who heard the revolt ran over to the spot, and saw the vic- tim lying on the grass entirely lifeless, while the other stood looking at him, as if transfixed with the gun in his hands. He made no attempt to run away, and was soon taken into custody by the village constable to await the action of the coroner. At,the time our reporter left the body had not been disturbed. Brown and his victim are of the same age, about ten years. The affair creates intense excitement in the village and neighborhood. --London Free Press. The A therm:elm is in a position to state that 7.'ennyson's reported visit to the Rhyne is a fiction. ft People ought to learn to -verite plain—if they don'tprinters make mistakes, and awkward ones too, sometimes. A. man sent an obituary notice of his deceased wife to a Vermont paper -lately, which wound up thus, "1 shall hallow her grave with ray tears." but the type setter rather spoiled the sentiment by making it read : - shall harrow my grave with my steers." TIME A.ND ETERNITY'. "The world is wide and life is long," Youth sang and look'd before him, As on the chariot of Time In rapid circles bore him. 6` The world is narrow, time is short," • Cried manhood, grieving sorely, As on the topnaost rung of life He read his little story. Age pointed upwards: "In my home Hope's blossoms perish never ; Earth lasts but for a passing day, Eternity for ever.'! - There is comprehension enough in Christ, lib- erty enough in Christ, freedom enough in Christ, exaltation enough in Christ for all minds.