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N ption to the paper. • JOB PRINTING- of every kind in Plain and Fun- V colors, done with neatness and dispatch. Hand ! I\<. Blanks, Cards, Pamphlets, ,ssinated, one or two irresponsible, iucou- j siderate persons made use of some improp- , or expressions, but on the day of the fun- j ,-ral a deep, solemn gloom settled down up on all. Every house was draped in black, J the citizens generally wore crape upon the , left arm, all kinds of business was sus pended. the churches were filled and the .l iferent clergymen gave vent to their feel-! n-s in words of sorrowful eloquence, while | • ~-ir hearers expressed their grief in tears ( ;.iid sobs. So much true, genuine mourn-! iwas never before seen in Harrisburg. On Friday, at eight o'clock p. m., the ! i . ital remains of our lamented President ' arrived at the depot of the Pennsylvania I Railroad, and was escorted by a large mini- i her of selected pall-bearers and military j officers through different streets to the Capitol, where they were deposited in the lbm.se of Representatives. The cars bring ing the corpse were clad in the deepest j mourning, and they appeared impressively \ > .(emu and grand. The llall was fitted up | with great taste and skill." The corpse j was placed directly in front of the Speak- j IT'S desk, the head toward the desk, the j audience walked in in double file, viewed i Hie pale face of the man who but eight | days before was the hope and pride of the j liation, and then passed out the windows j directly back of the desk. The arrange-1 incut could not have been better, and great j fcvodit is due to the committee which had j ■lie matter in charge. I When the corpse arrived at the depotj ■he rain was falling rapidly, still the crowd was immense, tens of thousands of people i ■tend in the streets for a full hour, not- j withstanding the great rain. I The hearse drawn by six white horses, | ■mved slowly to the Capitol, while the toll- ! ■ig bells spoke forth a nation's grief, the j ■animus roared, but loud above the can- • |i us was heard the thunders of Heaven's |i ti! I • rv. and the clouds poured down their Botitenis as if the very elements ol Nature • v pt for sadness. a The crowd at the Capitol was so dense, ■ml the anxiety to see so great, that it re ■uivt-d all the authority of military disci pline ti. keep the way clear. Still there was an buisterousness, but a serious de wnniiiatinii t<> look upon the face of ARRA JAM LINCOLN', dead. The corpse was ex ■t.sed from ten till twelve Friday night, Hid tin- passages through the room were ■"Wiled every moment. lAt twelve the doors were closed and ■nails placed by the side of the coffin and j ■"••uutl the building all night. The doors | ■ re again opened at seven in the morning, Hut long before six, thousands were wait- H'g around the hall for entrance. At scv- w 1 bread walk from the front of the Wapitol to the Brady House, was crowded with human beings. It was one solid mass living humanity moving, or rather being ! 9 wed, toward the doors. On all the other ■venues to the Capitol through the yard, it ' las the same. From seven till nine the j liass continued to press in with the same i ■agerness, and without any abatement as ■ numbers. State and Third Streets, and ■he yard, were constantly filled with uien, ■"men and children, all crowding lorward w see the corpse. Many came out of the j# use with eyes suffused with tears. Strong n wept, women sobbed, and even cliil- Hren cried. |9 At ten the coffin was closed, the pall-1 ■•• arers bore it to the hearse, and the long 1 I>• '• e-sion proceeded with slow, solemn! | > thousand in the streets. Still there "" pushing and pulling, no rough w '""o and jamming, no loud, boister- I l "'k, or low jests, hut a solemn, mourn '" ''" d a lunerul procession. I l "lh.d and the cannons sent ( 1 '°ud peals, from the time the w as taken ijoni the Capitol till the E. O. GOODRICH, Publisher. VOLUME XXV. cars had moved out of the city, and the solitary gun at Fort Washington, upon the west side of the river, answered its fel lows at the Arsenal, and the reverberations of all rolled along the river and valley, and were echoed and re-echoed from the far-off mountains. So passed from the Capitol of the Commonwealth, all that is left on earth of the man whom of all oth ers the people delighted to honor, and who was looked upon as a father, by the poor and down trodden. Many times were the blacks heard to exclaim in the bitterness of their souls : "We have lost the best earthly friend that God has ever given us." Great credit is due to the guards that were stationed around and in the Capitol. The throng were pressing upon them con stantly, and determined to get into the room, each before the one standing beside him. Still they were all the time good na tured and kind. Separating the masses when they reached the door so that but two should enter at the same time. But for the exertions of these soldiers it would have been extremely difficult, if not impos sible, for all to have got into the hall where the corpse was deposited. The whole ar rangements were admirable, and the plan of the committee having the matter in charge was well and faithfully carried out. It is believed that there was no accident j of any kind occurred during the evening or j the succeeding day. It is very seldom that | such a crowd is together so long and such j a procession inarches so great a distance, and so many large guns are fired, with a j press around them constantly, without more or less accidents. The face of Mr. LINCOLN was considera- j ldy discolored, although the countenance j was quite natural. The family were not with the party that came on from Wash-1 ington, but are yet in that city. It is useless, and perhaps unwise, to j moralize at this time. Still one cannot re frain from allowing the mind to run iuto the future. Every one who lias read his tory, even hastily, must look back to the j days when nations that have long ago j ceased to exist began to decline, and com- j pare their situation with ours at present. Corruptions, rebellions, assassinations ot . of the head of the nation, followed each j other in rapid succession. So has it been j with us. X. | ——~~~~— THE LOST CHIEF. He tilled the nation's eye and heart, An honored, loved, familiar name ; So much a brother, that his fame Seemed of our lives a common part. His towering figiu'e, sharp and spare, Was with such nervous tension strung, As if on each strained sinew swung The burden of a people's care. His changing face what pen can draw— Pathetic, kindly, droll or stern ; And with a glance so quick to learft The inmost truth of all he saw. Pride found no idle space to spawn Her fancies in his busy mind ; His worth—like health or air—could find No just appraisal 'till withdrawn. He was his Country's—not his own! He had no wish but for her weal; Nor for himself could think or feel But as a laborer for her throne. Her flag upon the heights of power, Stainless and unassailed to place — To this one end his earnest face Was bent through every burdened hour. The veil that hides from our dull eyes A hero's worth, Death only lifts ; While he is with us all his gifts Find hosts to question, few to prize. Bnt done the battle—won the strife, When torches light his vaulted tomb, Broad gems flash out and crowns illume The clay-cold brows undecked in life. And men of whom the world will talk, For ages hence, may noteless move ; And only, as they quit us, prove That giant souls Rave shared our walk. For Heaven—aware what follies lurk In our weak hearts—their mission done, Snatches her loved ones from the sun In the same hour that crowns their work. O, loved and lost! Thy patient toil Hath robed our cause in Victory's light; Our country stood redeemed and bright, With not a Slave on all her soil 1 Again over Southern towns and towers The eagles of our Nation flew ; And as the weeks to summers grew Each day a new success was ours. 'Mid peals of bells, and cannon-bark, And shouting streets and flags abloom- Sped the shrill arrow of thy doom, And—in an instant —all was dark ! Thick clouds around us seem to press : The heart throbs quickly—then is still; "Father," 'tis hard to say, "Thy will Be done!" in such an hour as this. I A martyr to the cause of man. His blood is freedom's eucliarist, And the world's great hero-list His name shall lead the van! And, raised on Faith's white wings, unfurled In heaven's pure light, of him we say : '' HE FELL upon the self-same day A GREATER DIED TO SAVE THE WORLD!" IF you sot* half a dozen faults in a woman you may rest assured she has half a dozen virtues to counterbalance them. We love your faulty women, and fear your faultless women. V\ hen you see what is termed a faultless women, dread her us you would a : beautiful snake. The power of concealing the defects which she must have, is of it- I self a serious vice. TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., MAY 4, 1865. Sate. "WHOJDID IT?" About a half a mile from the village of Poaktown, facing the high road to Balston, and separated from the river Poak by a small garden and a belt of trees, is a long low cottage, known in the neighborhood as " The Building." It originally consisted of two cottages, and went by the name of '• Garwood's Buildings but who Mar wood was, and what induced him to build such uncomfortable cottages, had escaped the memory of even the oldest inhabitants.— The sitting room on the ground lloor, and two bed-rooms above. The original parti tion wall between the two cottages, and the two separate staircases, still remained. One led from the sitting-room to the bed room above where Mr. Vance, the present occupier of the building, slept ; the other went from the kitchen to the bed-room of Mary Edgecomer, his only servant. Mr. Joseph Vance, who was a spare built I clean-shaven man of about forty, with gray ! hair, and no whiskers ; and with nothing j remarkable about hirti except a deep cut ! over his right eye-brow, had now been oc- I cupying the building for a little over a year. When he first came into the neigh borhood, the gossip of Poaktown had spec ulated a great deal as to who and what he was, but without any basis for their con jectures. He never himself volunteered any infoimation as to his previous life, except that on one occasion he had been heard to say something which led to the inference that he had been a sea captain. People, too, who had been inside " the buildings" since Vance's tenancy had noticed the draw ing of a ship, and some shells lying about the room. This was considered enough to contirm his statement, and on the strength of it the villagers called him the captain. Nothing more was known of the captain, and curiosity about him had nearly died out when Sarah Epps, on her return from Stoke mouth, where she had been on a visit to her sister, who had married a pilot at that flourishing seaport, brought news about him, which set the village ear tingling for some time. The pilot, her brother-in-law, remembered the captain when he was in the China trade, and Sarah was full of smuggling stories, and even piracy, in which the captain had taken a leading part. | But then all knew that Sarah was an in corrigible gossip, and that any story under her management would grow considerable. The captain meanwhile troubled himself very little about the village talk, living a quiet life in his lonely cottage, with his only servant, a buxom widow of thirty-five. Sarah Epps had been heard to say that she was more than a servant to him, but then nobody minded Sarah's tittle-tattle. About the time our story commences, the captain had got into some trouble. Ilis landlord, an easy goiug, well-to-do gentle man of Poaktown, began to think, as he expressed it, he should like to sec the color of the captain's money. The house had been occupied for more than a year, and not a penny of rent had he yet been paid. The fact had for some time been gradually dawning on the neighbors that, since the first months he had occupied the building, ready money had not been plentiful with the captain, and that for the last eight or nine months little or nothing had been paid for. The sums owing were not large, for the captain lived a quiet, simple life. But it was reckoned that, altogether, they must amount to over £IOO ; and that was a se rious sum to the village tradesmen, and to all appearance a very difficult one for the captain to pay. He was dunned, and legal proceedings were threatened, but all at tempts to get money were only met by civil excuses. The patience of his creditors was nearly exhausted, when one day a circular letter was sent to them, appointing a meet ing for 12 o'clock on the following Monday, " when," the captain wrote, "he would sat isfy all claims, as a legacy left by a distant relation had been paid in to his account at the Balston Bank." On Saturday the captain walked into Poaktown and hired a gig at the King's Arms to take Jiim to Balston. Johnny Wil son, the landlord's sou, drove him to the bank at Balston, where he stayed about ten minutes, and came out at the end of that time buttoning into the breast-pocket of his coat a fat looking pocket-book.— Johnny then waited for him while he made a few purchases in the town, and then drove straight home to the " building." At six o'clock on Sunday morning, the in habitants of the quiet High street of Poak town were aroused by a violent knocking at the door of the police station. The po liceman who was on night duty opened the door and Mary Edgecombe, white with ter ror,and panting for breath,nearly fel into his arms gasping out that her master, the cap tain, had been robbed and murdered in the uight. The inspector was almost immedi ately called, and the whole available force of the village, consisting of two police men, set oft' with liirn for the " building." Mary Edgecombe, who seemed utterly pros trated, remained under the care of the in spector's wife. On reaching the " building," the inspec tor found the front undisturbed, the win dows closed, and the doors locked. On go ing round to the back, the door leading from the sitting-room to the garden, which sloped down to the river, was found to be opened, and on entering the sitting-room, drops of blood were seen along the carpet between the stairpase and the gardou door. On the staircase itself the drops of blood were more frequent. The bod-room, how ever, was clearly the place where the mur der had been committed. The table by the window had been pushed out of its place ; the only two chairs in the room were lying on the floor. The bed, which had not been slept in, was deluged with blood, and in the middle of it was a deep indention, as if a heavy body had been pressed down up on it. A large clasp knife stained with blood was lying on the pillow, and by the door on the floor was an open pocket-book. So much the inspector saw at a glance as lie entered, He took the pocket-book, and I locked carefully through it—it was empty ; i bpt lying near it, and bpljiu,'! the door, was a piece of neatly folded paper. It had ev i idently fallen k from the pocket-book while j the murderer was emptying the contents i It was a half sheet of note paper folded in | three, and written on it were the numbers j and value of forty-two bank notes, the to ' tal of which amounted to £270. Here was REGARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER. a clue at once. The murderer evidently wishing to carry about him nothing which might aid detection,had left the pocket-book behind, but in his hurry had overlooked this paper. Policeman Jones was imme diately scut oft' to Balston with the paper, to enquire of the bank manager whether those were the numbers of the notes which had been paid to the captain the day be fore ; and, if so, to take measures to stop them. He also received orders to telegraph immediately to Scotland Yard an account of the murder, and any facts he might as certain at Balston. So far so good ; but where, after all, was the hotly ? From the blood on the stairs and in the sitting-room, and the open gar den door, it was presumed that it had been removed from the house. After locking the bed-room door, the inspector proceeded to the garden. Outside the door on the grass were the footprints of a man, the toes pointing toward the house, and tiie heels deeply indented in the soft earth. The rest of the footprints were partially oblit erated, as if something heavy had been drugged over them. The murderer must have gone out of the sitting-room back wards, dragging the body of his victim af ter him. Across the small grass plot, and half way through the belt of trees, the footprints continued ; there they ceased.— On the soft niuil and leaves was an impres sion as if a long heavy body had been laid there ; near this impression, lying on the ground, was a spade, and at the distance of a few feet the ground had been dug up as f it had been intended to bury the body there. This project, however, had been al most immediately given up, i'ur tlie work was scarcely begun. The murderer had been interrupted, or perhaps had thought of a better plan for disposing of the body. But where? The policeman and inspector looked at one. another ; they had come to the same conclusion. "In the river of course !" Sure enough, on the river bank the footprints were again found. This time they pointed forward not backward, and the impression was clear and sharp. The body must have been carried. The river at this point was deep and sluggish -there would be little difficulty in dragging it Drags were sent for, and the inspector went home to breakfast, leaving a policeman in charge of the premises, with orders to ad mit no one except on business. The inspector had hardly finished his breakfast, when Policeman Jones returned from Balston. He had been eminently suc cessful. The bank manager had identified the numbers on the paper as those of the bank notes paid the day before to the cap tain. The money, it appeared, had been paid to him in pursuance of an order con tained in a letter received that Saturday morning from their London correspondents, Cowic, Nabob A Co., the great China and India bankers. Jones had then made in quiries in the town, and at the railway sta tion. At the station he found that a man in a greatcoat and wide-awake hat, who was muftled up in a comforter, and who seemed to avoid observation, had left that morning for London by the 5:30 train. He had offered a £5 note in payment for his ticket. The clerk remembered this, from the difficulty he had in getting change so early on Sunday morning. The note was produced and found to be one of those sto len from the captain. A description of the man and orders for his apprehension had been telegraphed to London, and an answer had been received, stating that the police were on the murderer's track, but that, to make all safe, a detective would be in Poaktown by the middle of the day. Mary Edgecombe, who had partially re covered from her fright, was now taken to " the building." She identified the clasp knife, pocket-book, and various articles of clothing which were lying about the cap tain's room, as belonging to him. She sta ted that she had retired at 9 o'clock on the previous night, and that she had heard no noise during the night. She was posivive that no one was in the house when she went to bed, except herself and the captain. But the garden door was often left unlocked and could be opened from the outside. The inspector was satisfied. The motive was clear enougli ; the police were close upon the murderer's track ; all that was now wanted was the body. He turned to the river, pleased at the promptness and energy he had shown, and chuckled to think that the Loudon detec tive would find nothing to do when he did arrive. The drags had now been at work for some time, but without success. The river had been dragged up and down, and sideways and across, and at every conceiv able angle, but no body had been found. The inspector was getting impatient, when a gig drove up to the building, and a dap per little man in a frock coat buttoned to the chin, and with a heavy black mous tache, jumped out, The crowd wliioh had collected by this tiiue, made way respect fully, for il was whispered that the stran ger was no other than Detective Perkins from London. In a few minutes the detective had heard all that the inspector had to tell. " Wait one moment," said he, " let's get it all straight. All the village, you say, knew the captain would have money to pay his debts to-morrow." The inspector nodded. " Which amounted in all to £IOO, more or less ?" The inspector nodded again. " And he drew out of the bank £270. Was that the whole legacy ?" 0 ft was." "He didn't want £270 to pay £IOO, did he ?" This was a new light to the inspector, who shook his head cautiously. " From whom did the order to pay the money come ?" '< Cowie, Xabob k L'o." "■ Cowie, Nabob k C 0.," repeated Perkins, referring to his note-book ; " the great Chi na house. And you suspect no one ?" " No one, except the man who passed the note." "Of course. But this woman who lived with him —" suggested Perkins. The inspector shook his head. " It's a man's doing. She wouldn't have the strength. Besides, the lootprints are a man's all over," " No one who had a grudge against him?" " There were a good many that couldn't get their money from hiin, but that's not enough to account for this," said the in spector, jerking his thumb towards the river. They entered the building. The crowd outside were getting more excited. They ; thought that, now the London detective had | come, the murderer would be soon dragged from his hiding place, and handed over to justice. Time, however, went on, and Per kins was still inspecting the premises, while his character was rapidly falling in the opinion of the crowd outside. " He's no conjuror. I told ye so afore," said one sturdy countryman, who hud been a skeptic from the iirst. And this time bis assertion did not meet with the disappro bation it had called forth when pronounced half an hour before. The crowd were tired of waiting. Perkins, meanwhile, unconscious of hos tile criticism, had looked over the kitchen and Mary's bed-room, but without making any discovery. When he came to the cap tain's bed-room, he stood in the middle of it, and took a general survey. He then pro ceeded to the details, lie raised the chairs, and then put them down again in their or iginal positions, repeating this operation two or three times, and watching with great interest how they fell. Then he come to the bed. He looked at it from all points— first a full view, then a three-quarters, then one side view, and then the other side view, till lie had exhausted it, and the patience of the inspector. He then stood, and men tally threw himself upon it in such a posi tion as to make the impression which still remained on it. There was some hitch, for he shook his head. II• • pulled out the drawers and examined the wardrobe of the deceased man. A pair of boots lying in the corner of the room next attracted his attention. He examined them carefully. Something in the lining of one of them seemed to interest him, for he bn ught out his pocket-book, and referred to something written in it. He then examined the boot again, and seemed satisfied, for he pocketed it. " Boots, I suppose, are the captain's?" " Yes, liis servant identifies them," said the inspector, who was rapidly coming round to the opinion of the crowd outside. What on earth could it matter whether the captain had two or three pairs of boots ? At last Perkins finished his examination of the bed-room, and went downstairs, inspec ting each stair as lie went. These were apparently more satisfactory, for his face brightened considerably, and after he liad been shown the traces of blood along the floor of the sitting-room, it had expanded iuto a broad grin. " You see how it was done ?" asked the inspector, whose opinion of Perkins had by this time reached the lowest ebb. Perkins smiled ; lie was not the man to commit himself. He walked to the table, and turned over the books and papers till he found some sheets of blotting paper.— These he examined attentively, holding them up to the light and turning thein in every possible direction. The result seemed satisfactory, for he pocketed them. The footprints in the garden, the half dug grave under the trees, and the impres sion in the wet leaves seemed to interest him a little. He examined them, but only like one preoccupied with his own thoughts. They came to the river. " We're dragging the river," said the in spector, pointing to the two boats which had now been working unsuccessfully for some hours. " Ah, yes !" said Perkins, as if he thought that the necessity of doing so had never struck liiiu. " The man's a perfect fool," thought the inspector. " AnJ now about this captain," said Per kins, choosing the clearest footprint he could find in tue soft mud, and pulling the boot out ol bis pocket. " His name is Vance you say. What is he captain of?" " Nothing that I know of, but they do say that he has been a captain in the China trade." " China!" repeated Perkins, as if the idea of that country gave him exquisite de light. "Yes, China," repeated the inspector, gruffly. He was losing all patience ; how on earth did such a born idiot ever become a detective ? " What sort of a man is he ?" "Tall, spare-built, about forty, gray hair, and no whiskers," " Deep cut over the right eyebrow," ad ded Perkins, quietly, as lie stooped and fit ted the boot into the impression. " Yes," said the inspector, puzzled at Perkins knowledge. "He never went by that name here, did he ?" said Perkins, handing the boot to the inspector, on the lining of which was writ ten " A. Compton." " Never." He was getting more and more puzzled. " Compton, alias Watkins, alias Crow dcr, and now alias Vance ; I've wanted him these two years," said Perkins, cheer fully. " I've got him now." " Yes," said the inspector, grimly, " he's safe enough there." And he jerked his head towards the river. "Bless you," laughed Perkins, "he's nearer China by this time. He'll die with a rope around bis neck yet. It's a plan,man; don't you see he has murdered himself, and bolted with the swag ? That room some how looked queer. It was overdone—too much blood, and too regular. When I found that boot, I thought how it was, and this settled it," said Perkins, pulling the sheets of blotting paper out of his pocket and holding them to the inspector. There, all over them were the words Cowie, Na bob k Co., in a neat clerk like baud, with the peculiar flourish at the end which those who have dealings with the eminent house known so well. " That letter to the Bals ton Bank is a forgery ; it's not the first time he has served Cowie, Nabob Co. this trick. He was in their London count ing-house for five years, came over with them a forged character, robbed them to the tune of £2,000 and bolted. He's been smuggling and tbieveing all over the world ever since then. But when's the next train to town? I wouldn't miss him for any thing." Perkins was right. The manager of the Balston Bank found to his astonishment that Cowie, Nabob k Co., repudiated the letter which purported to bear their signa ture. It was a forgery. On the following Tuesday the captain was arrested at the London Docks, as he was booking his pass age for Melbourne, and at the next Balston assize he was tried by the name of Joseph j Vance on a charge of forgery, and senten ' ced to peual servitude for the term of his #3 per* Annum, in Advance. natural life. His creditors at Poaktown were ilie only persons who regretted liini. ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION IN MODERN TIMES. A crime so horrible as assassination is held in detestation and abhorrence by every civilized people. The savage tribes of Am erica, by whom it is systematically prac ticed, resort to it only to avenge the mur der of a relative. Unless under peculiar circumstances, it carries with it the pre sumption of cowardice, the exceptions be ing where the horrid deed is done in pub lic, and the perpetrator places his own life in imminent hazard, either from the fury of the populace or those more regular steps which lead through a judicial process to a felon's death. The assassin of Mr. Lincoln could hardly hope to escape, though the murderer—in intent, if not in fact—of Mr. Seward had more chance in his favor.— There are not wanting, in recent times, plenty of instances of attempts being made to assassinate royal or other eminent polit ical personages ; but they have almost in variably miscarried from one cause or an other The attempts on the life of .Napo leon 111. are fresh in the public reccollec tion ; but though they have been more than once repeated, the Emperor of the French still lives. We are many of us old enough I to remember the plot of Fiasctii to murder Louis Fhillippe, and to recall the days ' when the Duke of Wellington found it nec essary to secure his windows with thick iron shutters Not all the virtues ol our own Queen and the love which is borne her by her subjects have protected her, at all times, from attempts upon her life. In 1840 a madman shot at the Queen and the Prin cess Royal ; and at another time, a cap tain of dragoons assaulted her Majesty by horsewhipping her. The successful attempt in recent times to assassiuat • a statesman in the case of Mr. Percival, shot by Belling ham, in the lobby of the House of Com mons, in 1811. Bellingham acted from a sense of personal injury A Russian mer chant, he attributed his ruin to Percival, and took this means of revenge. At a still later date, within about twenty years, an attempt was made on the life of Sir Robert Peel, and the bull intended for him struck and killed his private secretary, Mr. Druru inond. In 1820, was formed the Cato-street conspiracy, with Thistlewood at its head, for the purpose of assassinating the whole British Cabiuet, at a dinner to be given at Lord Hatrowby's house in Grosveuor square The conspiracy was denounced by govern ment spies, and Thistlewood was executed for the crime. About twenty years before this time, a madman named Hadfield fired from the pit of Drurv Lane Theatre at George 111. in his box, and, missing his aim, was tried for treason, but not convic ted, on account of his irresponsible condi tion. He was kept in confinement for safe ty. This was the second attempt on the life of that king, Margaret Nicholson hav ing, in 1781), attempted to stab his Majesty with a knife as he was alighting froin his carriage near St. James' Palace. The wo man was treated as a maniac, and confined in Bethlehem Hospital. All these attempts to assassinate royal and distinguished po litical personages taken together were not attended with as much success as the two which were made simultaneously at Wash ington last Friday night. The" success of those attempts is more unusual than the acts themselves. Aud the reasons for that success are plain. An English King may be fired at, as we have seen, from the pit of a theatre, or an Emperor of the French may encounter an attempt at assassination the moment he passes out of the opera in to his carriage ; but at Washington au ass assin can get immediately behind the Chief Magistrate in his box at the theatre, and make sure of his murderous purpose. Per cival was shot in the lobby of the House of Commons, and Sir Robert Peel was shot at in the street; but at Washington the assassin, with a clumsy lie in his mouth, finds ready admission to the sick chamber of a feeble and emaciated minister of State, and strikes blows which he intended to be mortal. This strange facility of access to great political personages having proved fatal, may cause the notions of primitive simplicity which were thought to comport with the character of that Republic to be revised, aud it may henceforth be found i necessary to surround the President of the United States with that protection which is accorded to Kings and Emperors in Europe. In this way the manners of the Republican court of Washington may undergo a change. Whatever may have been the motive for the assassination of President Lincoln and j the attempt on the life of Secretary Sew- [ aid, they can but inspire horror in all right I minded persons everywhere. So far as the ! cause of the South is identified with these j acts, it will suffei in the estimation of the world. There is nothing to be gained to any cause by so horrible a crime as ass assination, and much to be lost. One of the effects will be, in this case, to exasper ate the North against the South, and to cause it to insist on much harder condi tions, when the question of final reconcilia tion comes to be discussed, than it other wise would have done. There were two parties in the North ; one in favor of mild measures, such as foregoing the right of confiscating the property of men who had been in arms against the Washington gov- j ernment ; the other insisting on the hang-! ing of Jefferson Davis whenever he should i be caught, and similar measures to extreme severity. The " malignauts," as they were i not inaptly called, were likely to have been j greatly in the minority ; but the temper of the North will be exasperated by the ass assination of their President and the mur derous attack upon Secretary Seward, and mild and merciful councils will be likely to be forgotten in the bad feeling that will once more become predominant. Outside the United States these assassinations will injure the cause of the South in the estima- ! t'ou of the world, precisely in the propor tion that Southerners may be tound to have been in the plot or to have approved of the crime after its perpertration. That the death of Mr. Lincoln will alter the war pol icy of the Northern States cannot be sup posed. He was but a representative man ; and the large vote he recorded on his re election shows how much more fully he came up to the Northern standard than i General McClellan. The assassins have ' not learnt the great lesson that individ j uals, in great emergencies, count for very j little ; that it is the general bent of the na- tional mind and not the will or tin- power of sin individual, that controls the policy of the nation in circumstances similar to those of the United .States. The policy of the North, be it right or wrong, will not die with President Lincoln.— Toronto Leader. FEAT OF AN EASTERN MAGICIAN. The conjuror spread a piece of matting, and squatted, produced from his shawl a bag, and emptied it on the stone in front of him. The contents were a quantity of lit tle bits of wood ; some forked like branches of a tree ; some straight; each a few inches long ; besides these there were some fifteen or twenty little painted wooden bird®, about half an inch long. The old man chose one of the straightest and thickest of the bits of wood, and turning bis face op in the air, poised it on the tip of his nose. The little boy who sat by him henceforth handed him whatever he called for. First, two or three more pieces