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VOL. 7.
Stiscellangons,
[For the “WarcuMaN.”
How Does Christmas Find Us?
Another anniversary of the birth of Christ
is here. Three hundred and sixty five and
a fourth days have come and gone since last
the earth occupied its present position among
the surrounding worlds of the universe'—
What a mighty change has been effected in
the history of America since this day twelve
months ago. The departing year looks for
the last time upon our nation. What start-
ling scenes are presented to its passing mo-
ments, and how important are the events
which the fleeting seconds are weaving in
the history of this Continent and the world.
The earth is shaking beneath the stern tread
of a milhon of armed men. The capital
which bears the name of him whom Americans
delight to honor, in the streets of which the
people of both North and South once met in
friendship ; the city in which have been de~
cided the most momentous questions with
which thewisdom of manas ever beentaxed, is
surrounded with the implements of war, and
echoing hourly to the harsh music made by
thousands of soldiers called together for its
defence. The banks of the Potomac are
bristling with bayonets, and crowded with
the numberless ranks of two hostile armies,
ready at any moment to be hurled against
against each other in the fierce shock of bat-
tle, there to decide, above the hallowed dust
of Washington, questions raised and debated
by those who hadstood side by siden the Rev-
olution which brought this nation into birth,
and huiibled the pride of the haughtiest ty~
rant of Europe ! And thus is verified the
prediction of the hero of New Orleans, and
«<the controversies once debated and settled
in the halls of legislation, will be tried on
the field of battle and determined by the
sword.
Our coast, from the mouth of the Chesa
peake bay to the Rio Grande, is guarded by
a multitude of vessels, such as at no former
time was ever found in the American Navy.
The whole continen: has in a twelfth month
been changed from the most peaceful aud
tranquil to the most warlike and disturbed
on the globe. Mexico, our Southern sister,
is threatcned by three of the most powerful
nations of Europe, and her cry for assist.
ance is not heard above the dir of our camp,
for while she struggles for existence against
an outside foc, ‘who sweeps with ruthless
but with open hand,” we are endeavo ng to
shake off the serpent - which has wound its
dangerous coils about us, and to ward off
the blow of a secret and crafty foe, nourish-
ed in the bosom it seeks to strike. All Eu-
rope is in a condition to unsheath the sword
at a moment’s notice, and even now, her
horizon grows dark with the storm-charged
clouds of war, and perhaps another Christ.
mas may behold her deluged in blood, and
shaken to her foundations by the thunder of
battle. The sword of England, ever thirst-
ing for the blood of freedom, is uplifted and
only waits a Jretext to burl its murderous
edge, heated bg the fires of a thousand bat~
tles, and tempered in the blood of slaughter-
ed millions, upon our Nation, already so se-
yorsy wounded by internal enemies.
ut all this is bat the effect of some cause
or causes ; some man or set of men are ac-
countabie for the terrible condition in which
we are found on this Christmas day. Who
is it that bas led forth the numberless host
which crowds our Southern border, and
swarms around the tomb of Washington,
ready to lay in ruins the proud fabric he and
his companions with co much labor and
blood have reared ? Who has thrown bpen
the temple of Janus? Who has planted
such bitter hatred in the hearts of brothers,
who once, shoulder to shoulder, stood and
mingled their blood upon a hundred fierce
fought battle fields, for their mutual de
fence ? Dare we answer the question ?—
Dare we say that the germ of the plant
which has grown and flourished, and now
bears such bitter fruit, was brought from
England in the May Flower, two hundred
and forty-one yearsago ? Dare we say that
the restless element which dethroned and be-
headed Charles the First, drove his son into
exile, overturned tae throne of Plantagenets,
and placed a brewer upon its ruins as Pros
tector and defender of the nation's interests,
has found its way to our shores 2 Does it
not show itself in all the transactions of the
«Pilgrim Fathers ;” the destruction of the
Pequods, the burning of Quakers on Boston
Common, of witches at Salem, and the ban,
ishment of Rodger Williams ? Does it not
make its appearance in all the doings of
the descendents of the Pilgrims ?
Is it not plainly visible in the resistance to
the authority of Great Britain, in the de-
stru ction of the tea in Boston harbor, and a
the usand other acts in the beginning of our
“volution ? And, in later times, is it not
) same element at work in the uncalled
{oY interference in the affairs of Kansas, in
.. ue underground rail road, and in the hearts
of a thousand ministers who prove by their
ungodly exortations, that the same spirit
Democratic date
BELLEFONTE, THURSDAY MORNING, JAN. 9 1862.
which caused the execution of the inoffensive
Quakeis in 1659 is still alive ?
And thus, that sleepless spirit which had
its birth in England almost three hundred
years ago, has agitated this nation ever since
it had a nationality. Nor do we pretend to
say that it did not sometimes accomplish
much good, but whether for good or evil, it
never rests.
The question may be asked, do we charge
New England as the author ofall the terrible
calamities which have fallen upon this na.
tion, and which are felt by every family on
the continent 2 Far be it from us to charge
the descendents of the heroes, who put mn
motion the Revolution, which resulted so
gloriously, as the sole authors of such an
unpardonable crime. But we do say that
the spirit which animated the army of Oliver
Cromwell, contributed its full share in the
work. This restless spirit would have con-
tented itself in the invention of wooden nut~
megs and other articles, and would never
have aimed at so high an object as the aboli-
tion of slavery and the dismemberment of
the Union, but for the existence of an oppos-
ing element mn the South.
While the New England States afforded a
place of refuge for the Roundheads, the
Carolinas and Virgina sheltered the escaped
Cavaliers, and both brought with them ali
the bitter animosities they had held in the
mother country, These were for a time
laid aside. while each needed the other in
the struggle between England and her colo-
nies. But no sooner was that difficulty
overcome than the existence of the *¢spirit”’
was again made manifest. Though many
differences existed between the two portions
of the Republic, they excited little interest,
until in 1832 the South Carolina Nullifica-
tion threatened the dissolation of the Union.
John C. Calhoun became the advocate of Se
cession, though none knew better than he
that it was incompatible with the spiro of the
Constitation, and would inevitably, bring
bloodshed and perhaps ruin on both portions
of the Nation. A generation has been edu-
cated since Webster and Calhoun were ar.
rayed against each other in the Senate of
the United States, and now on bloody bat~
tle fields will be consummated, the strife in-
augurated by two of the greatest statesman
of which America can boas.
But let us not be discouraged by the dari-
ness of the night which envelopes us, nor
terrified by the howlings of the fierce tem.
pest before "which our old vessel is madly
urged o'er the ever rough and tempestous
sea of civil strife. Though breakers sur-
round us on every hand, and our straining
ship pitches and rolls in the fierce strife
with the demon of the storm, three quart-
ters of a million of stout hands supported by
stout hearts are at the pumps, and while a
plank is left, we will one and all stand by
her, and with our standard nailed to
mast head we, will go down with
her, and think not of escaping on any
fragment of the wreck, for such a
thought is madness. We would but drift
farther out upon the shoreless sea, o'er
whose bosom float the rent fragments of ma~
ny-a fallen nation, until rescued by the piti-
less hand of some military wrecker, and
coined info a jewel fur his crown.
But we look forno such disastrous re-
sult ; too many patriot hearts are beating
throughout the land for such a fate to ever
overtake us. Dark as is the night, the
dawn may not be far distant ; furious as is
the gale a harbor of safety may be in sight.
Our sun which has set in such gloom, may
rise in more than ordinary splendor, and
set no more forever. Eighty-five years ago
to day the Christmas sun looked down upon
our infant Republic, and saw her surround-
ed by more dangers than she is now. The
army of Washington, on which depended
our fate, had been driven from point, to
point in disgrace, closely followed by the
victorious British army; the Battles of Flat
bush and White Plains, had resulted disas.
trously. Washington, with his little band
of 3000 men had retreated from the North,
through New Jersey and on the 8th of Dex
cember had crossed the Delaware into Penn:
sylvania, the pursuing army of General
Howe, consisting of 27,000 men, appearing
on the left bank of the river, justas the Pa
triot rear guard gained the opposite shore.
To the Americans this was the most gloomy
period of the contest; and all hope of suc-
cess was given up save by the iron hearted
leader of that little band of freezing and
famishing soldiers. The sun went down
upon the scene. Tts last rays rested upon
the enemies camp and beheld their prepara-
tions for the carousal of the night, or to
dream of the conquest they would make
when the river was frozen so that an army
could pass upon its icy bosom. How differ-
ent was the scene in the American camp:
Every soldier knew that some mighty deed
was to be accomplished in the darkness of
the night and that the first campaign wa$
to add another page.to its history. The ov-
erweening confidence of the Britisk, in their
own skill, had led them to scatter their
army over a wide exteut of territory in order
eve of Washington, ever on the watch, fail.
ed not to observe the error, and ‘ now’
said he, ‘‘is the time to clip their wings.
when they are so spread.” The sun looked in
on our camp, upon a busy scene, The army
was preparing for that grand stroke which
entirely turned the tide of battle, astonished
the world and gained for the leader of the
enterprise a name among the greatest gene-
rals of antiquity. At midnight the frail
boats bearing the hopes of the colonies ware
slowly crossimg the river, battling with the
storm and drifting ice, and steadily bearing
their living freight across the freezing stream
to victory, safety and glory. Did the fate
of America ever look so discouraging as on
that night of cold and tempest 2 Who does
not know the result of that enterprise ? Who
has not heard of the almost bloodless vic
tory that was gained on the morring of De-
cember 26th 1776, over the Hessians at
Trenton by Gen, Washington and his broth-
er Patriots ? Eighty-five years have come
and gone since then, and now, not one of
that band is left; their descendants are to
be found on the banks of the Potomac, near
the tomb of him who on that Christmas
night led their fathers across the Delaware
to victory. But ro British foe is there, no
forcign enemy threatens the life of the na-
tion, but here is congregated two hostg
which at no distant day will meet in the
field of battle, and shake the dust of
Washington with the thunders of the
fatricidal contest.
So, amid the fierce struggles of one Nation»
already established, for existence, and ofan’
other for birth, the old year is taking its de-
parture.
J. P. MircngLr.
Howarp, PA. Dec. 25th 1861.
avo :
For the Watchman
Infant Benevolence.
BY ©: GAY.’
«“ Won't you give me something, to buy a
poor woman a d:ess,” fell on my ear, the
other day, as I was sauntering along the
street.
1 turned my hcad—the applicants were
three little girls, yet on the verge of infancy»
whose earnest faces plainly told of good little
hearts within.
I learned that these little ¢ Sisters of
Charity,” Lidie Sourbeck, Mollie Cherry,
and Gertie Butts, hearing of the destitute
condition of a poor woman, on whom Pover-
tv and misfortune had laid their iron hands,
had not stood aloof and commiserated, the
unfortunate with pitying words, but like
the renowned Girard, had pitied her a dress
and took this method to raise funds to buy
it.
The example of these hittle ones might be
profitably followed by others of riper years ;
othery who are basking in the sunlight of
prospéiity, and who have forgoten- that
many, Wry many, outside their own sphere,
ling along in Poverty and Desti:
tation.
Yes ? ons having more advantages than
these little \lirls might frequently receive
small conti\butions that would cheer the
hearts of Oh\shew many of God's creatures.
who are stifjgeling and toiling over the
rough places d life.
Young ladies, would it not be a pleasure
to present in {ie name of many generous
friends, some tdsen of rega:d from the High
to the Lowly ?
So, then, whe necessity calls you, your
simple offering vil be as acceptable as a
diadem offered to joking. The “God bless
you’, of the poor w¥ | rise from hearts over-
flowing with gratyide and you, too, will
pluck laurels, unfad\ 3, that will last eter
nally.
0 Dame
THOUGHT 1T WAS Nk USE.— Why don’t
you go into business |" said a prospeious
merchant to an old sf oolmate, who was
down in the world and yuldn’t get a situa:
tion even as a bookkeeplir.
«« Haven't got the capyal,’”” was the dole-
ful reply. :
I suppose you know{\’hat 1 commenced
on,” resumed the merchay., with something
of sternness in his tone aiguir.
« Yes—next to nothing. §
“Well, why can’t you d
«1 don’t know why —bu
‘Did you ever try 2”
«t No—1 thought it was no
That’s it!
>
ae same ?’
centres in the -act of trying
¢* Never give up the ship!”
A New Erste —A good st§
at the opening of his sermon, that
might be found in St. Paul’s epistl
Minnesotians, section fourth, rang
west.
ee gH Wn
WHATEVER is necessary to be done
done. Nature 1s too wise and benificifat to
to obtain more comfortable quarters. The
yoke necessity with impossibility.
THE CARRIERS ADDRESS
TO 'IT°E3 EASE IRONT
OF THE
DEMOCRATIC WATCHMAN,
ae
BELLEFONTE, JANUARY fst, 1962.
mime tl Dm meee
ANOTHER year 1s hastily borne along,
And left few traces of the Carrier's song ;
But it has leftits traces of the past,
Like leaves’of Autumn in the chilly blast.
Another year has dawned upon the world,
As if King Pluto (God of Hades) had hurled,
The Old one down the slippery Steep of Time.
And left 1t struggling in the Gulf of Crime.
pe]
How many changes? could the old year tell,
(I hear the whistling winds—the storm) how na-
tions tell.
And others rose. their places filled again,
To live awhile and flourish in their turn.
Yes! many changes since the year began,
Many an eye grew dim, with tears in vain,
Many from misery found a peacrful home,
In Heav’'n where sorrows—earthly—never come.
The Trumpeter of War has biown his blast,
As fiercely o’er the battle field he passed,
A skull and cross bones on a field of red,
He waved the awful banner o’er his head ;
Oh! Hideous War! return within thy cave,
No more on earth thy cursed banaer wave,
But like the swelling of a peaceful sca,
Quietly sink to rest in—amity.
He scattered to the wailing winds the seed,
And Traitors sprang to execute the deed,
“¢ One Star, ye cowards, from that azure field,
For Leroes must to craven cowards yield,”
« Another Star,”’ the hellish monster cries,
«« Your flag disgraced—exalited to the skies,
I'll pull it down, I'll cut the field in twain,
And never more shall Freedom rise again.”
Ten thousand Patriots sprang to shield the trust,
Placed in their hands by sires—long in the dust,
Sires that fought and weltered in their gore,
And carried war and death to Britain's shore.
Ah! many Hero unk beneath the frown,
They fell—their bleaching bones, lie strewn
around,
"louched by the poison of War's scorching breath,
Camly they passed within the vale of Death
‘Silent they sleep,’ to dream of wars no more,
They sleep the sleep of death, their nativo shore,
Has drank their blood—their spirits passed away,
War! War! withhorrors! holds its dreadful
sway,
Virginia's ruins, could a tale unfold,
Of rapine, blood, and murders manifold,
Enough to taint the virtues of a race,
And blot {rom History every loyal trace.
And other Stateshave cause to blush with shame,
Their plains are lit by Rebel fires—the slain
Arescattered o’er the hill-tops, ard the wood,
And lawn, are erimson with their bloed.
Other nations feel the thundering tread,
The rattling musket and the fatal lead,
Austria’s steeds have champed the bit in vain,
And left their bleeding riders on the plain.
Italia with her skies and. balmy air,
The home of sculptors, painters, poets—rare,
With totterine pillars shaking neath the State,
Crumbling away—they’ll leave her to her fate.
All Europe feels the deadly scourge of war,
No nations raise their voices from afar,
To blend their sighs with others in the brecze,
And waft them back, in echoes o’er the seas.
Away with war, I hate the very theme,
I have no thought of it—except some dream,
That rises in imagination’s sight,
And baunts me in the silent hours of night.
My heart is sad, I feel old winter's chill,
My clothes are worn, I work agoinst my will,
How aches my head—how weary are my feet,
As trudging round—I go from street to street.
Ah ! happy you, tosit beside your hearth,
And watch with careless eyes, the snow-clad
earth,
The whirlwinc—storm—or drizzling rain without
Or noisy children tossing snow about.
Oh! will you not, one happy thought employ,
And give a wish to cheer the Carrier Boy,
Along with it please don’t forget your mite,
’T'would make me feel so verysad to-night.
WILLIAM GRAFIUS.
———
Mgs. DouGras.—Very few people indeed
have been placed in a more trying position
and sacrificed more for the sake of the Union
than has Mrs. Douglas. She has persistent-
ly réfused to entertain the proposition for-
warded to her by a special messenger under
a flag of truce from the Governor of North
Carolina, asking that the two sons of the
late Senator Douglas be sent South to save
their extensive estate in Mississippi from
confiscation. If she refuses, a large proper-
ty would be taken from the children, and in
her present reduced circumstances, they may
thereby eventually be placed in straitened
circumstances. [ere then, was an appeal
m-de directly to her tender regard for them,
which, if she should refuse, would work dis-
astrously against them in after years. But
her answer was worthy of herself and of her
late distinguished husband. If the rebels
wish to make war upon defenceles children,
and take away the all of little orphan boys,
it must be so ; but she could not for an in-
stant think of surrendering them to the en-
emies of their country and of their father.—
His last words were : «Tell them to obey
the Constitution and the laws of the coun
try,” and Mrs. Douglas will not mace her-
self the instrument of disobeying his dying
injunction. The children, she says, belong
to Illinois and must remain the North. Tlli-
nois and the North, we take it, will sce to it
that they are not sufferers by the devoled
ness and patriotism of their mother.
Singular Career of Gon. Schoepfl.
A Frankfort, Kentucky, correspondent]
of the Cincinnati Gazelle says:
Just now when all eyes are turned to
Somerset and Shoeft's brigade, it may be
interesting to supply some particulars in the
career of the General who is leading our
forces there, and whose skilfull general-
ship alone we canrely on for success against
the overwhelming odds.
Tt is one of the mortifing humiliations, of
which the war is bringing so many to the
rebels, that the aristocratic Tennessee Con:
gressman, who commands the rebel army,
has been once ignominiously defeated by,
ani is'now again opposed to, a late New
York hotel porter.
When (Gen. Schoepff came to this country
he was without means. Nothing better of~
fering, he asked and procured the situation
of porter in one of the leading New York
hotels, and many a lady who reads the Ga-
zette this morning has had her trunk carried
up and down stairs by the present brigadier
general, whose second victory we are hourly
expecting the wires to flash over the coun-
try. After a time he went to Washington,
where he continued as porter in one of the
hotels, until his unvarying politeness and
industry brought him under the notice of
Mr. Holt. Pleased with his appearance and
Cetermined to sce whether he would rise if
he had a chance, Mr. Holt gave him a sit-
uation in the Patent Office. At first is du-
tics were very humble—carryi g bundles,
arranging models, and the like ; but he was
gradually tried on more important labors,
and it was stiil found that whatever he done
was well done. A position was then ar-
ranged for him more suitable to his newly
discovered abilities.
Mr. Holt continued to take great interest
in him, and missed no opportunity for his
advancement. When he was transfer ed
to the War Department he took Schoepff
with him. An important survey in Virginia
chanced to be, needed, and Schoeft was en-
trusted wit it. This brought him under
the eye of (en. Scott, and his military edu-
cation and acquirements were for the flrst
time brought to light. Thenceforward his
Ife continued to be employed
on important business 10 the War Depart~
ment till educated officers began to be de-
when the New
rise was sure.
manded for our volauteers,
York hotel porter was appointed brigadier
general, and sent to protect the state of his
benefactor Mr. Holt has
alvcady the proud satisfaction ®of knowing
that the man he took from hotel drudgery in
Washington, won Wild Cat; let us hope it
may speedily be added that the same leader
has held Somerset.
Blo
A Reaper of the dmerican Agriculturist
states that he entirely destroyed the weev
ils that had badly infested a grain bin for
two or three years, by keeping it filled with
plaster of paris a few months. It should
be understood that this insect is a small
beetle, and not that which infests wheat 1m
the field, and which is sometimes improper-
ly called the weevil. Midge, or wheat fly
is the correct name of the latter. We do
not see what better effect could be devised
from plaster of paris, than from the same
quantity of fine sand or soil.—Lime should
be better than any of these theoretically. at
least.
from invasion.
aa aries
GENERAL JACKSON, while in command of
a large force at New Orleans, and after re-
maining there for some time the p ovision
began to get short, and the soldiers com”
menced to show symtoms of mutiny for
want of provisions, when General Jackson
went to them, and in a speech said, ** Sol-
diers we will have provisions te day. Gen.
George Gibson said he would be here to-day
with provision, and George Gibson was nev-
er known to tell a lie.”” At the conclusion
of this sentence Gen. Gibson made his ap-
pearance upon the ground with provision
when the soldiers exclaimed, ¢ Youare an
honest General.”
—eeeel- DO --O—
'I'HE customers of a certain cooper in a town
out west, caused him a vast deal of vexation
by their saving habits and persistence 1n
getting all their tubs and casks repaired, |
buying but little work.
«| stood it, however,” smd he, * until|
one day old Sam Crabtree brought in an old
bung-hole, to which he said he wanted a
new barrel made,
Then I quit the business |
in disgust.” {
———— G1 mm
A Keen Repry. —John Wesly. in a con-
siderable party, had been maintaining wi hy
great earnestness, the doctring of Vox Dei, |
against his sister whose talents were not un- |
worthy of the family to which she belonged.
At last tie preacher to put an end
controversy put his argument in the shape
of a dictum, and said:
«[ tell you sister, the voice of the people
is the voice of God,”
« Yes,”” she replied mildly, ** 1t cried cru-
cify him, crucify him.” |
to the
|
e chain, every
link leads to another; present mercies as-
Gop’s mercies are like a la
sure you of future ones. /
haan,
an NOE
From the Toronto (Canada) Leader.
Extraordinary Case of Robbery in
: ugland,
A robbery, accompanied by some extra-
ordinary novel features, has just been com=
mitted, and deserves to recorded, as
showing a clever scheme to
well carried out, and only failing to be suc-
cessful by neglecting a precaution that would
have struck any one. It appears
family residing at Vauxhll agreed to ae
company some friends to the the theatre one
evening lately, only leaving the master, a
Mr. Barker, and the servant girl, Mary New-
hall, at home. Some time afier their de-
purture. Mr. Barker went out, saying he
should return soon. On arriving home about
nine o'clock in the evgning, he could get no
at ention paid to his repeated assaults on the
door knocker, although the gas was alight
in several of the rooms, which were appar-
ently occupied. Thinking this strange, he
applied to his neighbor, and with the latter's
assistance, succeeded in entering his house
by means of an open window. Once inside
a most extraordinary scene presented itself.
In the passage a poker broken in two, - with
a quantity of blood and buman hair adher-
ing to the thick end, was found on the floor
and near it some moze hair and a pail full
The whoi€
house was in a most disordered state, proper.
ty bei Mr.
Barker, whose surprise at the tragic appear-
ance of his house can be imagined, sought
for his servant, but frui lessly—-she was not
to be found. He then called in a policeman,
and the search was resumed, with no further
result than the discovery of the girl's two
bonnets, which proved that she had either
Len taken or had departed out of the house
without one. All over the house property
was either. packed up, ready for removal, or
actually removed, and the servants’ boxes
were open, and the clothes thrown about
the floor, like the rest. Two trunks and a
carpet bag were missing, and it was evident
that the thicf or thieves had takan the stolen
p oper y cut of the house by these means. —
Among others a box made up into the shape
gto a Mr. Heath, a
gentlemen residing in the house, was taken,
and by the peculiari y of the form of this
thicf cventualy traced.
ghted upon the servant, but on
it appearcd
that one of them had driven a young gentle-
be
avoid capture
that a
of what appeared to be blood.
ng strewn about in all directions.
of a settee, belo
box was the Saspi-
cion first al
inquiry among the cabmen ;
man {rom that street in which Mr, Barker's
house is situated, to the Eastern Counties’
Railway, who had luggage cxactly corres-
ponding to the trunks stolen. Inquiry at
the station elicited the further facts, that
after walking about the platform for an
hour, smoking cigars, this individual had
train for Brentwood. Here he
hal slept all night in an apartment to him -
self, having declined to share a double bed-
ded room with a person he had picked up
an acqnantance with while en route. In
the morning it was found that the curiously
shaped box and its owner had departed for
Great Yarmouth, where he was afterward
traced by a de cctive, living in furnished
Heath, —
agrecable, and
taken the
lodgings, under the name of Mr.
He had made himself very
had smoked continually, dressed hiwself out
in handsome cloths, and got so much into
the good graces of the landlady as to take
her to the theatre on the night of his arri-
val.
The detective arrived on the following
Sunday morning at Yarmouth, and soon dis-
covered where this mysterious gentlemen
lodged. Me found him out, having escorted
his landlady to church—but ouietly taking
up his quarters in the new lodger’s apart”
ment he awaited his return—previously sat
isfying himself that he was on the right
scent, by discovering the settee shaped box
among the luggage. On Mr. Heath’s return
he found hiwself arrested, and a very cur-
sory examination enabled the practiced cye
of the detective to discover his prisoner was
not a Ae at all, but a member of the softer
sex, and no less a person than Mary New-
hall. the servant herself. She was brought
to London and examined in her mail attire
It was clearly proven that she alone had car-
ried cut the robbery, everything sto'en be
ing found in her posession. On the applica-
| tion of the detective she was remanded until
next week when the cham of evidence will
be complete. :
How she learned to smoke cigars with
impunity, and accustom herself to trowes
and coats, in so short a time is a mystery.
But for taking that unfortunate box, possibly
{ she might have made good her escape.—
However, in these times, a novel mode of
robbery rarely occurs —and Mary Newhall
{ deserves some credit for her ingenuity.—
The idea of breaking a poker, covering it
with hair and blood, to throw suspicion off
herself, and lead people to suppose she bad
been murdered, was something quite out of
the common. Possibly some poor cat had
to provide these tragic accessories.
Lorn ParnMersroN recently said a
speech thata manought to know a great
deal to acquire a knowledge of the immen-
in
) sity of his ign rance.