ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM, INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. TOWAJNTDA.: Gatttrlmn Hlornino, ©ctober 27, 1855, jltltdtb Ipottrn. AUTUMN. BY WORDSWORTH. The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields Are hung, as if with golden shields, Bright trophies of the sun! J .ike a fair sister of the sky, Unruffled doth the blue lake lie, The mountains looking on! And, si si tli to say, yon vocal grove, " Albeit uninspired by love, By love untaught to ring, May well afford to mortal ear An impulse more profoundly dear Than music of the spring! For that, from turbulence and beat Proceeds from some uneasy seat In nature's struggling frame— Some region of impatient life ; And jealousy and quivering strife Therein a portion claim! This, this is holy, while I hear These vespers of unotliej year, This hymn of thanks and praise, My spirit seems to mount above The anxieties of human love, And earth's precarious days! But list! though winter storms be nigh. Unchecked is that soft harmony ; There lives who can provide For all his creatures, and in Him, Kven like the radiant seraphim. These choristers confide. Stltdtb Cale. [ From Peterson's Magazine.] Walter Benson's School BY A. P. OTIS. "If it were only a boy's school, Ned ! I should feel some pleasure in knocking the little rascals aUHit, and gelling as mnch Latin into them as mischief out. I should feel like a carpenter with his own tools in his hands.— But with girls, I shall resemble said carpenter, with a dentist's delicate implements. W hat can I do when I am in a rage at some feminine piece of stupidity ? I cau't ferule, nor storm, nor threaten. I can't even swear to relieve my feelings!" " You are in an awful fix, "Walter. Can't you get off? Try something else. Anything is bet ter than being surrounded by a set of malig nant girls." " Malignant, eh !" " Yes, malignant ? I maintain it. They will naturally hate you, because you are their school master, and it will be the delight of their feminine hearts to torment you—as cats do mice." " 1 do not apprehend anything of the kind." " You are sanguine. But cau't you get out of it ?" " -No. I answered my uncle's letter, pro mising to take charge of his school for him, before I knew it was a girl's school, and he has made preparations for a journey to Cuba for his health. So I can't hack out. It will ]>ut at least one hundred dollars in my jweket, aud that consoles me for the anticipated tnise " Well, let me light my cigar, and good-bye old fellow. I pitv vou. Teaching little girls— bah !" He .sauntered away, and left Walter Benson rc-assuring himself by thinking he should at least have easy work, and a quiet time during his college vacation, with a replenished purse at the end of it. He arrived at his destination, an ambitions village in New-York, which boasted its academy ; and this academy was to be his charge, with its one huudred maiden pupils,and two lady underteaehers. School had commenced, and as Walter, ac companied by his uncle, entered, and passed to the principals desk which faced the pupils, the hiiz and stir dropped into deepest silence.— Halter glanced over the room, and saw the many iiued assemblage wear but one expres sion—every eye was fixed on him with eager curiosity, which his gravity, however, support- Presently his uncle, laying his hand upon uis shoulder, aud giving a sonorous—hem— *hieh seemed to render the curiosity breatli less, said, " Aoung ladies—this, till my return, is your t'acher. ] trust you will so conduct yourselves h - to give him the same affectionate and re- Mjcctfal regard for von which you have won fiom me. Some of you have been in my school from yog earliest childhood, and I love you as children ; some are new scholars, and just to obtain my good opinion, but in all I • i pride—too much pride and confidence to Oppose that everything will not be done dn !n>' absence as well as now. I beg of you as a favor to your old teacher, to do credit to f 1 ; and let the world see what °tior am] principle reign here. I shall teach pm to-day for the last time in some weeks. But vannot now say farewell. After school, such hand""^° r 1Ue ' ma 7 corae *° In y desk aut l shake falter was quite touched by the good old aii 5 Motion, and its effect was enhanced, ? re Perhaps, than lie knew of, by a few low I it attlon >l the scholars. n 0 sat Triply by his uncle, observing the nacr recitations, Ac., and gradually bc f L nin S notice individuals. The first class, over nr' jlease( l t° see wa3 composed of girls prett r" y° ars °f a gc, several of them very : a JVy were moreover, so far advanced t 0 ira geometry, Latin, Ac., that he hoped Ths"' Pleasure iu conducting their studies.— the7 T* Wils *° ''is ]>eculiar charge. To nen lU '' tea(; hers fell the drudgery of begin kefor V'°"' was dismissed, each pupil passed J1 tlle desk, und received a few words of THE BRADFORD REPORTER. farewell from their beloved teacher, till all were gone but the first class, who then cluster ed around him, and with less restraiut talked about the journey to Cuba, gave good wishes and hopes of a return in good health. Mr. Benson admonished some, encouraged others, and then said to all, turning to Walter who sat gravely silent, 44 Now, young ladies, respect my young rep resentative, and do your best. Arrange your selves in class order. Walter, this is Sarah Brown, always head of her class. The next is Miss White." He went thus through the class, iutroducing each separately, but Walter was uot yet old enough to gaze coolly, and with discrimina tion at each blushing girl as her name was mentioned. On the contrary, he was so em barrassed that though his natural dignity and gravity served him well, he did pot know a single young lady's name after it was all over with. The pupils then shook hands with their old teacher, bowed to the new, and departed. But two had made any impression. The first attracted his gaze by the brilliancy and transpa rency of her complexion, which fairly flickered with changes. Her bright golden curls, and mer ry blue eyes, her white, small teeth, little figure, iucessant though gentle motion, made a striking picture. His uncle called her by her first name, Caroline. The other young lady would have remained entirely unnoticed, had it not been that Mr. Benson did not release her tiinidlv given hand; he only transferred it to his left, and so detain ed her till the others were goue. Then caress ingly smoothing her soft, brown hair, he dis missed her also, with an affectionate 44 Good-bye, Louisa, my dear. I will write to you." Walter had time to note her well. She was by no means handsome, but her delicate lady like features, large dark eyes, and soft, though not bright complexion, above all her sweet ex pression and deepening blush, which seemed as if it would never reach its culmination, made her very lovely. " Is she your favorite V asked Walter. " She is one of my oldest scholars. Caro line being the only one who came before she did—and she is a good girl. I detained her that you might observe her closely, else you would have been long without discovering her fine qualities. She is so silent, modest, and gentle that others push her aside. Her diffi dence makes her answers hesitating, and you might not have had sufficient patience to give her time to rally. Encourage her, Walter,and be gentle in reproof." 44 She looks as if she would never need re proof." 44 She is a school girl, and you will soon find out what that means. Keep a steady counte nance, Walter, no matter what pranks they play. Above all, you must obtain respect and good will, or you might as well be delivered over to witches. You can do absolutely no thing with girls unless you have the good opinion of the school. Unruly exceptions are thus quelled or held in check by the general voice. Ask my daughter to tell you how that poor Mr. C— ; was served last winter, when lie took my school for a few weeks. At the end of two he had to be placed in a Lunatic Asylum." " Unlucky dog ! I begin to think, uncle, that I hail better not attempt this. You know I am the hottest tempered fellow alive." " I think you will do. Here, Ellen," he said, as his daughter joiued them, " tell Walter about C ." " Oh," she said, 44 if you set me talking of my school days I shall never be ready to stop. How I miss the fun !" 44 But Mr. C ," said Walter. 44 Well, M r. C was a tall, middle-aged, very ugly person, besides not being very clean ly. His hands and long nails were really dis pleasing. He had a quick, nervous way of speaking too, that we did not like. It was too much like impatience and want of self-command, a fault, which always excite as much contempt in us girls as dignity does admiration. His ner vousness also made him jerk about in an ungain ly fashion. To crown all, he took snuff, and wore his hair parted in the middle." " Ah, that accounts. No wonder with such a piece of stupidity." 44 Acs, but don't be too complacent till you are sure you have no little peculiarity of your own. If yon have the smallest, the girls will discover and ridicule." " Well, what did the elves do to him ?" 44 'The first day we shyly observed. After school our queen of mischief, Carrie, who was our dictator, went whispering round, making fun of his oddness. But the second day pass ed tolerably, though Carrie's merry pcrtness brought her a sharp, injudiciously administer ed rebuke. There began his troubles because we all resented it." "Served him right." " Ha, Walter; you are under the spell of beauty, too, eh?" said his uncle. "Well, so is the whole school. That girl holds her pow er by a good use of her pretty face and man ners. Yes, it was amusing to sec how every girl considered the affront personal, and burn ed with indignation at the man who could re-, buke such charms. It was an insult to them all, or to their dearest prerogative." "Go on, Ellen." 44 At the next recitation, when Miss Caro line should have answered, she only giggled.— She pretended to be amused at the grave omi nous stare of the teacher, and held her book before her face, and gave a little low, merry laugh, that began to spread through the class —for we girls laugh easily from sympathy, and often indeed at nothing. Mr. C glanced round, and commanded silence, and you could have heard a pin drop—but it was broken again by a mischievous little ebullition of mirth from Caroline, It was irresistible. The whole school went off again, and every time Mr. C- thundered " silence !" there was precisely the same result. So he dismissed the class, and kept us in till dark. We declared him too spite ful for auvthing. " The next morning when wc came to school every girl had her hair parted to one side, to PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY AT TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY E. O'MEARA GOODRICH. " REfiARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER." show that we wouldn't be like him for any thing even the slightest way. As Mr. C 's eye glanced over us all at our desks he chang ed color, and gave his long hair a nervous push behind his ears. " The next torment we invented was in ridi cule of his dirty paws. We each brought a little towel and wet sponges, and when he had corrected our sums began to scrub away at our slate-frames and pencils which he had touched. We each had a sum to do on the black-board. Carrie went up first, and he handed her the chalk. We all smothered our laugh as she took it with roguish superciliousness, and when she had done her sum and pat down the chalk —held her hand off carefully, and demurely asked permission to wash it. He said nothing, but gave us such hard sums and kept us in so long to do them, that we hated him more than ever. He got pettish too, that lie scolded so severely and interminably that we were worn out for that day. " But the next morning before school, Caro line busily circulated little hook and eye boxes, on which was written "open in rhetoric class." We took a peep beforehand, but when class was assembled, wc each slily opened our box and took a pinch of snuff as Mr. C gave the first question. Instead of answering, Sa rah Browu kept her eye-brows raised, her eyes half open, threw back her head, and brought it forward suddenly with a loud sneeze. It went round the class and began again—some loud, some smothered, some repeated naturally, some feigned dozens of times. The whole as tonished school stared at our class, and we could not help laughing, and sneezing and sneez ing and laughing, while Mr. C was white and choking with rage." Walter raised his hands and eyebrows.— 44 What imps !—what shall save me ?" 44 The next moment we were terrified into utter breathlessness, for Mr. C really look ed frightfully angry, as he rose and cried in an overwhelming voice, " Silence ! Stop that !" "It was our turn to grow pale. I never shall forget how scared I was when I had to give a little sneeze ! But just think of that in domitable Caroline ! She had started and trembled too, when he spoke, but when after an awful silence of a minute, he said peremp torily." " What is the meaning of all this V She answered as meek as a mouse, 44 We have all began to take snuff, sir. It is the fashion in school now, and not being used to it—atcheu !" " Mr. C was at a loss for a minute, but he recovered and said— " I shall allow no snuff-taking till I have written to ask each young lady's parents whe ther they approve of it. Put away you snuff boxes, young ladies. "We were blauk with dismay. But when we found it was only a threat we were as bad as ever. But I can't tell you auy more. Our tricks must be kept in reserve for you. Oh, I wish I were at school yet !" " I am very glad there is one mad-cap the less ! Heaven preserve me from that Caro line !" " Caroline ! She is the pet and delight of all the teachers, they always favor her. Why even Mr. C liked her so much that when he dismissed school for the last time, he requested her to stay a moment, and then beg ged her pardon for his harshness to her, and humbly tried to kiss her hand. We were peek ing in from the dressing-room, and she knew it, so she snatched away her hand, and then ran laughing out to us." " The cruel puss. Has she no remorse T" 44 l)ou't expect mercy from her if you get into her power, but take the command your self, Walter, and if you do it well she will sub mit and like you." " Thank you Ellen. Upon my word I have undertaken a rash thing." " No, no, Walter, you arc young and hand some. Your dark eyes and white teeth will do much for you." " I am glad I shall have some help besides my own authority." The next morning saw Walter installed with an appearance of self reliant dignity that gave no hint of his fears. After opening school, the first class wtis called up to recite. Sarah Brown, head girl, answered respectfully and promptly. So the next, and the next. Then came Louise. His voice took a gentler tone as he gave her the question, but she could not answer it. In vain she tried to remember. She looked down musingly, tlieu threw a distressing glance around, then an appealing oue to him, pressed her finger to her lips, and her blush grew deep er every instant. Even after a little prompt ing she could not go on, and Walter was oblig ed to say reluctantly, 'the next!' Caroline lifted up her bluest of eyes, rested them innocently upon his lips, and unfalteringly began some nonsense, having only enough re semblance to what was in the book to show, either that she had glanced over without com prehending the lesson, or that she was not thinking of what she was saying. Walter looked at her severely, and as she met his frown ing glance her color flushed up—she paused— paled—blushed again, and said honestly, "Please excuse me? I do not know my les son this morning." "Had you any good rcasou for not learning it ?" Again lifting her eyes, she scanned his face to know what reply she might dare to give, and meeting an unrelenting, steady gaze, which showed that even of her a reasonable and re spectful answer would be expected, she looked away abashed and did not reply. " Miss Caroline will please go to her desk," he said with displeasure, "and study while the class recites. She may remain after school aud do herself justice by a good recitation " Humbled and astonished, she turned slowly and taking her seat she laid her head down upon her arms, and began to cry violently. Waltgr was secretly discomposed, so much so that he hardly knew what he was about lie impatiently gave the question to the next, when Louise again faltered, and then blushed at his haste, when he saw her pale, humbled face. When the lesson was over Louise lingered before the desk. " Well, what docs Miss. Louise waut ?" he asked. " May I do justice to myself by a good reci tation after school ?" 14 If you wish it," ho replied much pleased. 44 Thank you sir," she said and retired. After the other scholars had gone, Caroline, who had recovered her spirits, and Louise, were summoned to the desk. Louise stood first.— With a clear, low voice she began the lesson and recited perfectly. 41 1 commend Miss Louise's perseverance," her teacher said, with a smile and bow. If she will only have a little more confidence iu her self she will do excellently." As she stood blushing with delight before him, Walter could not help feeling the strange ness of his new position. He, who had lately been an equal of just such girls, chattering and flirting with them, to meet now that rever ent glance, thankful for his praise ! He dismissed Louise, and turned his admir ing gaze from her to calm it into sufficient coldness before he should let it rest upon Car oline. When he did look at her, he saw her slen der form trembling, but a look of mischief in her face that said she was not going to be good, and "do excellently." " Begin, Miss Caroline," he said, relentless- Jy- She looked up archly, and said, 44 1 don't know it a bit better thau I did in the morn ing." 44 Have you studied it ?" 44 No sir." " Why not ?" No answer. He felt that she was braving him, and said coldly, " I am ashamed for you, Miss Caroline. You may go." His tone was so reprehensive, yet so gentle manly, that she was subdued. 44 Do you mean to my desk, to learn it ?" she asked, hoping she had a chance to redeem herself. 44 No. I mean you may go home. I never try to help those who will not help themselves. I do not wish my time trespassed upon lougcr." Proud aud angry, she was gone in a moment. From that day she was refractory. To be sure, she never failed in her lessons—she would not again trespass upon his "own time." But in a thousand ways she annoyed him, by incit ing to disobedience, by loud whispering, by answers so coutrived as to raise a laugh with out giving him occasion to reprove them. Meanwhile Louise stole gently into his good will. She was so confiding, so abashed in the classes, so fond of staying after school to prove to him that she did know her lessons. The girls generally called upon each other for as sistance iu doing difficult sums—she brought them directly to him, and by her strict atten tion gratified him. It was a refreshment to teach her. There was inscribed upon one corner of the black-board the words, "The most worthy," and upon the other 44 The most unworthy."— Under the first of these a name was placed every Monday morning, before school com menced, showing who had been most commend able during the past week. It remained till the next Monday, and was seen by all visitors. No name was ever put under the other words unless there had been some great delinquency. The first glance of the scholars as they enter ed on Monday morning was to see who bore off the highest honor. Walter, in his extreme annoyance at Car oline's conduct, and in his desire to make some impression on her thoughtless nature, formed a plan which he thought would answer. Ac cordingly, when on Monday morning, he threw open the school-room door to admit the pupils, he wptched its effect. It should have been said before, that even among the scholars Caroline lost favor. In a girl's school there is always one exalted above the rest, a unanimously elected queen, whom all others delight to honor, and Louise, now stepped into this place whence Caroline had been deposed. Louise, and admiration of the new teacher, succeeded Caroline, rebellion and merry mischief. This change was very mark ed, and Louise felt her ascendancy with pride and exultation. She became scornful in her treatment of one whom formerly she .dared not even try to rivul, while Caroline, though grieved to lose her hitherto unconsciously en joyed popularity, seemed glad Louise had come to be appreciated. She looked upon hgr with envy, but with admiration. As Walter watched, he saw Caroline whis per joyously to Louise, "Oh, Louise, there you are up for most worthy. Ain't you glad ?" and her own face shone genuine pleasure. Louise blushed with delight, but when her glance fell upon the opposite name, that blush only deepened, while a look of triumph stole into her face. 44 See, sec," she said, maliciously touching Caroline's arm, and pointing out to her, her name in the long unoccupied place, under the words, "most unworthy." Caroline saw, and a look of deepest wounded feelings overwhelm ed her joyous countenance. She cast a re proachful glance at Walter and left the room. He bit his lip. Disappointed in Louise, and regret at the severity of his punishment of what was only youthful frolic and love of mischief, made him very much disconcerted with himself. He waited anxiously for Car oline's return, and at last sent one of the young ladies for her, who returned saying she had gone home. lie was afraid he should uot see her again. He had au absent air all day, and when Louise softly applied for some help in her sains, almost scornfully referred her to Sarah Brown. It gave him groat satisfaction to see Car oline enter the room next morning. She left on his desk an excuse from her father, for her yesterday's absence, resumed her seat, aud readily applied herself to her studies. When school was about being dismissed, Walter arose and said, 44 Young ladies, this name was not put here for a week, but only for a single day, that she who hears it may see how her conduct appears to others ; bow very unworthy of her great gifts and good heart, such trifling and childishness is." He soleniulv erased the name, amid a silenec only broken by Caroline's almost inaudible sobs. As he glanced over his class, he thought Louise's face wore a look of disappointment. School was dismissed, but those sunshiny curls were still flung over the desk, while the weep ing girl hid her face in her arms. Walter pitied her, and thinking it would be better now, when her feelings were at last touched aud softened, to give her some friend ly counsel, he approached aud said iu a low voice, 44 Miss Caroline, will you permit me to say a few words to you ?" She lifted her head as if to listen, but her face was still buried in her handkerchief. Walter's advico ( gjysj iw' kindly £ gently, procured for him an appof ogy for misconduct, sobbed out from the very bottom of her heart, aud when he said. 44 Now do not distress yourself farther, Miss Caroline, or I shall think myself a cruel tyrant for having so used my power to wound you. I >ry your tears, and smile again for my com fort." She turned away, sobbing afresh, mur muring, 44 but I deserved it all 1" After she had gone, Walter spent his noon hours iu self-reproach, and regret. But it was in vain to wish now, that he had had more pa tience, that lie had discriminated latter, be tween good natured frolic, and smooth good ness, assumed to eurry favor. Yet when Lou ise again stood before him that afternoon, lis tening with earnest attention to his explanation of the lesson, when her color stole up as he spoke to her, he believed he had only ascribed ill-feelings where it had no place. Before the school-house was a mill-pond, fro zen over, so as to make excellent sliding or skating. Between morning aud ofternoon ses sions the girls enjoyed the opportunity for the favorite exercise. Walter often gazed from the window upon the gay, flitting forms, laugh ing aud screaming with glee, and longed to be where his dignity forbade him to go. He was boy enough yet to have his heart bound ut the sight of the sport, and also to feel disappoint ed at being merely a spectator. If a very merry laugh reached him, he could not help joining in it, and he held his breath while the girls skimmed in succession down the long slide. If he ouly had skates and liberty ! With a sigh he left the window one day, and went down to his dinner, in a wiug of the build ing. lie was about to return to the school room, when he was met by a crowd of scholars, who began to speak all at once, in great ex citement. He could ouly make out— -44 Carrie—fainted—slipped on the ice !" and several of her companions entered, bearing in her slight form. She was not insensible, but mutely enduring the severest pain, which took from her all power of movement. As she was brought to Walter, she gazed imploringly at him, and her pale lips moved to say, 44 my arm." It was cold down stairs, and as the place was only nsed as a lecture room, there was nothing in it but piled up benches. She must go up stairs, therefore, where there was a sofa, and fire, in the dressing-room. Taking her gently in his arms from her trem bling companions, Walter carried her up, her fair head lying on his shoulder, in total uncon sciousness of every thing but intense pain.— He sent instantly for her parents, and a phy sician, bat meanwhile she opened her eyes, and said, 44 My arm is broken, sir. Can you straight en it ?" Walter dared only give relief by cutting open the tight, blue, merino sleeve of her dress, and gently bathing the swelling arm in cold water. Every touch hurt her severely, but when he expressed his regret, she smiled sweet ly aud reassured him. 44 Little heroine I" he said, admiringly, and he was aware that one among the numerous scholars who had beeu standing around moved away and went to the school room. Soon he heard the girls whispering among themselves. 44 Louise crying ! What for 1" 44 Because Carrie is suffering, I suppose." 44 I didn't know she cared so much for her." Walter felt the words echo iu his own heart, with the word I in the place of she. 44 1 will go aud comfort her," said the first speaker. 44 Is it Louise who cares so much for me ?" asked Caroline, faintly. 44 We all do," said one of the girls. 44 But is Louise crying for me ? Do tell her I am better, that Mr. Benson has made me much more comfortable. Don't let her cry !" and tears begun to flow from her own eyes. Her companion who went with her message, returned, and a still low whispering began.— Caroline was again suffering acutely from the awakened feeling cansed by her tears and she did not hear it, but Walter caught the words. 44 She says she's artful and did it on purpose to make Mr. Benson pity her." 44 Ridiculous ! I always thought that Louise a mean thing," was the reply. 44 Yes, she's jealous. That's what she's cry ing for. I declare I can hardly help telling Mr. Benson. There he is, thinking her the pink of ]>erfection. The doctor arrived, and the arm was set without forcing a cry from the patient girl.— Her parents had also come in a carriage to take her home. Her father approached to lift her, but she whispered that she wished to thank Mr. Benson . Walter bent over her, and through her tears she sobbed, 44 1 am so sorry that I cannot come to school again be fore you leave. I wanted so much to make you think better of me. I was the most un worthy, but if I could only let you see what I can be 1" She broke into a smile, and Walter, to whom her tears had been almost irresistibly infectious, found her smile entirely so. As she looked into his beaming face, she for the first time seemed to see that her teacher was almost as young as herself. 44 Good-bye Mr. Bcnsou. Thank you for your kindness to my poor arm," she said hold ing out her hand frankly. He clapped it gently, and longed to dare to I kiss it, hut with fifty scholars, the doctor, aud ' parents as spectators, he thought best to fore- VOL. xvi.—xo. 20. go the pleasure. He fancied she understood his wish, so bright a blush sprang up. The remaining weeks of Walter's teaching wore dull enough. Louise's sweetness seemed assumed, and her frequent need of assistance was very irksome to him. The happy part of his day was the few minutes he spent in the parlor, when Caroline generally sat reading by her mother's side. He never failed to call and ask how she was, and snatch a few moment's gaze at that bright face becoming so very dear to him. His last day at the accademy arrived.— Walter was so abstracted he scarcely knew what he was doiDg, and he thought with dis pleasure of the leave-taking. Ho made it geueral, and did not invite any particular adieus after school. Therefore the scholars departed as usual, and Walter was left alone. Even the teachers had gone, and he sat at his desk, thinking how long these weeks had been and how full of import to him. liaising his eyes, a girlish form stood before him, with head bent and hands clasped, while the death ly pale and downcast features wore an expres sion of grief. " Well, Miss Louise ?" he said freezingly. She started slightly, and placing her clasp ed hands over her heart, lifted her full dark eyes, and said beseechingly," Do you hate me 1" He felt irritated enough to say " Yes," but answered with assuming gravity aud scutcn tiousness, " Deserve regard and you will be sure to ob tain it. Good-by—l wish you well." Shu did not move. piness, anil said, " I'oor Louise !" SUICIDE IX APAUACITIV.— On Saturday last, Mr. Lucius Steele, of Apalachiu, committed suicide by cutting his throat with a razor. He he had been in feeble health for several years, and, although in competent circumstances as to property,had recently been heard to express ap prehensions of coming to want, which, with other circumstances, leads to the necessary con clusion that he was deranged. Mr. Steele was a prominent and respectable citizen, and his death will prove an irreparablo loss to a large circle of friends and the commu nity in which he lived—all the more afflictive from the tragic manner of its accomplishment. Mr. JOSEPH SAYRE, who resides in the town of Union, four miles west of Bingham ton, N. Y., committed suicide, by cutting his throat with a razor, 011 Saturday evening last. Mr. Savre has, for a number of years past, been subject to what is called low turns j and, on the previous day, had followed tothegraTO the remains of an only son. Mr. Sayre was iu good circumstances, and universally respected as a citizen. IKST Gratitude is the music of the heart | when its chords are swept by the breeze of kiaducss.