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VOLUME VI. THE POOR MAN AND THE FIEND. BY REV. MACLELLAN, A fiend once met n bumble man At night, in the cokl, dark street, And led him into a palace fair, Where music ended sweet; [heart,, And light and warmth cheered the wanderer’s From frost and darkness screened, Till his brain grew mad beneath the joy, And he worshiped before the fiend. Ah! well if he ne'er had knelt to that fiend, For a taskmaster grim was he; And he said, “One-half of tlry life on earth I enjoin thee yield to me; And when, from rising till set of sun, Thou hast toiled in the heat or snow, Let thy gains on mine altar an offering be;” And the poor man ne’er said, “No!” The poor man had health, more dear than gold, Stout bone and muscle strong, That neither faint nor weary grew, To toil the Juno day long; And the fiend, his god, cried hoarse and loud, “Thy strength thou must forego, Or thou no worshiper art of mine;” And the poor man ne’er said, “No!” Three children blest the poor man’s home— Stray angels dropped on earth— 'l’he fiend beheld their sweet blue eyes, And be laughed in fearful mirth; "Iking forth thy little ones, - ’ quoth he, "My godhead wills it so! I want an evening sacrifice;” And the poor man ne’er said, “No!” A young wife sat by the poor man’s fire, Who, since she blushed a bride, Had gilded bis sorrow, and brightened bis joys, i lift guardian, friend and guide. Foul fall the fiend! be gave command, "Come, mix the cup of woe, Hid thy young wife drain it to the dregs;” And the poor man ne’or said, “No!” O, misery now for this poor man! O, deepest of misery! Next the fiend his godlike reason took, And amongst beasts fed he; And when the sentinel mind was gone, He pilfered bis soul also; And marvel of marvels!-—he murmured not; The poor man ne’er said, “No!” Now, men and matrons in your prime. Children and grandsiies old, Come listen, with soul as well as ear, Tli'* saying whilst I unfold; O, listen! till your brain whirls round, And your heart is sick to think That in England's isle all this.befell, And the name ot the fiend was—Drink! MISCELLANY * A CELEBRATED CASE ; OR, The Miller of Tewkesbury. DY T. C. IIARBAUGH. hen the list of men hung by cir cumstantial evidence is complete, tin 5 name of Calvin Tyler, the miller of Tewkesbury, will be found thereon.— One hundred and two years have pass ed since occurred the particulars we are about to relate, and the mill which achieved such notoriety long ago has been swept Rom existence by the fiery demon. On the night of Oct. 20th, 1715, as several persons affirmed on solemn oath Galvin l’yler entered his family circle and said that the faithful watch-dog of !hi> mill died in a lit and was buried in the cellar, whose walls were wash ed on one side by the water of the race. The miller furthermore said that the dog exhibited symptoms of having been poisoned, and when his daughter ask ed him if he suspected any one he said ‘-No,’ and almost immediately went to bed. This very simple occurrence—the death of a dog—was to be commented upon and very generally believed by the highest in that portion of the realm One month afterward Mrs. Marble gave notice to the proper authorities that her husband, a prominent mer chant, had been missing lor six-and twenty days, and that she feared that foul [day had befallen him. The lady said that on the 20th of October her husband had left home at 8 o'clock in the saying that ■He was goi/ig to Tyler's mill, the owri- P of which, Calvin Tyler, was to pay i him £6OO of borrowed money aud the intt rest thereon. With the intention of collecting the money, as she sup posed, Mrs. Marble saw her husband quit the house ; but his absence for the following several days occassioned her no uneasiness, as he had been in the habit of making unannounced journeys to Loudon, where he sometimes would remain a week. It was supposed that Mr. Marble had a love there which Up luistmaw Ui roe#. wr.s destined to estrange him from his family. Alter three weeks of continued ab sence, and no return, Mrs. Marble questioned the miller concerning her lord, and was informed that he (Tyler) had paid the money according to con tract, and that the merchant had left the mill by the back door , with the in tention of paying a visit to a man named Gordon, a well known poacher who had upon several occasions fur* nished the merchant's table with the best of water fowl. Mrs. Marble did not prosecute her search further until she lodged infor mation with the authorities. She after wards said that, believing that her husband had passed from Gordon’s to the coach-station, she resolved to wait awhile longer for his return. Ihe authorities deemed the mer chant’s absence an affair of and at once resolved to fathom it If he had left the mill with £GOO or more, it was possible that it had attracted the attention of some who had forcibly made away with the mer chant. CalvinJTyler agam asserted that the merchant had met him iu the mill on the 20th, by appointment, and that he had there paid him the borrowed mon ey, and interest. His story, told in a straight-forward manner, impressed every one, and no one for the time sus peeled him. Gordon, the poacher, declared that Marble had not been to his but for two months. The merchant was traced to the mill, but no one had seen him be yond itj and the Bow street runners reported that he was not in London.— llis disappearance now began to as sume a serious aspect. Tncre were several people who testified that the merchant and his debtor had quarreled several days prior to the meeting at the mill, and Calvin Tyler was arrested for murder. From the moment of his arrest a chain of damning circumstrnces began to wrap itself around him. lie most strenuously denied his guilt, declared that he had paid Mr. Marble the sum .£OOO and parted with him in the best humor. He opened the mill for inspec tion, and the constables spent several days in their which ex tended from cellar to attic. They even probed thedarkness ot the wheelhousc, but found nothing to reward their pains* But while the rigid set’irch was going on outside, evidence was entangling the miller in a network of ultimate con viction. Not satisfied with the search alluded to above the authorities ordered an other. It was generally blieved that the old mill contained the secret of the merchant’s death, for no one believed now that he was still alive. Calvin 'Tyler was released from jail, and or dered to direct the, hunters, among whom, this time, was Gordon, the poacher. The mill was searched systematical ly. The party began in the attic, and at last reached the cellar, where a ter rible discovery awaited them. Bar rels were opened and their contents emptied upon the ground; long sticks were thrust into the ground, and the stone walls carefully undermined. A man was found who happened to be slyly fishing in the mill-race before the mill on the night of the 20th. He saw a man whom he recognized as David Marble, merchant, approach the mill; that the miller met him at the door, and that the two men went into the structure together. After awhile the fisher saw a lignt in the mill, and heard a voice like the miller's say, *VVe will settle all scores here.’ Then fol lowed two deadening blows, and all was still. Up to 11 o'clock Mr. Marble did not leave by the door which he had entered, but at that hour Calvin Tyler came out alone, locked the door and walked homeward. This, in brief, was the evidence of the fisherman, a half witted fellow, who said that his fear of being punish ed for stealing fish from the race had kept back the testimony. Other per sons deposed to having seen the miss ing man going toward the mill; but the declaration of the miller that he had departed by the back door was not confirmed. No person had seen Marble after he had entered the mill. ‘What is this?’ exclaimsd a fel low, moving a large box from a cor ner. Ilis companions were attracted by a coy and saw what appeared to be loos ened earth. 'That is wnere I buried my mill dog/ the miller said. ‘I told my family at the time, and many were the tears shed over him, for he was a faithful animal ’ 'Let us see his remains. It will do no harm—the digging up of^iim.' The speaker was Gordan, the poach er, and there was a look of triumph in his small, dark eye, but no one no ticed it. Big him up, poor Browser/ said the miller and accordingly the men went to work. Presently one g.ave a loud excla*- m ition of horror, and sprang back say ing : ‘Good God! boys! Bo you call that a dog?' The hunters clustered around the excavation, and beheld a h uman hand, which the spade uncovered. Calvin Tyler gazed for a mo ment at the horrible spectacle, and then started back with a white face. ‘Hold him 1’ cried the leader of the party, ‘don't let him stir a foot from here now I' But the miller did not attempt to fly ‘Before God I never buried anything iu this corner but my dog/ he said sol emnly. For several minutes the spade threw the earth out, and the body of a man was exposed. The ghastly face was upturned to the lantern light, and ev ery one recognized it as that of Mr. Marble. ‘Bring him up aud let him look into the hole.' Calvin Tyler did not have to be led to the grave, lie walked forward with firm step, and beheld the sickening sight. ‘lt is David Marble/ he said. ‘But God knows that I merer put him there.’ A moment later he put his hand to his forehead and reeled from the grave with a fainting cry. ‘There's guilt for you/ said the poacher. ‘I don't believe he buried a dog in this hole.' ‘And the assizes will not believe it either,' said one of his compan ions. The discovery in the cellar spread like wildtire, and the body was taken from its grave of gloom. The skull was found to have been fractured by some blunt and heavy weapon, which medi cal men said drove pieces of the skull into the brain, and produced almost instant death. After the removal of ihe corpse from the mill, the grave was further st arch ed, but the remains of no dog were found. The miller of Tewkesbury was now in an unfortunate situation. Before the search there were many who be lieved in his innocence; but now none Held to that opinion, and foredoomed the unbappy man went to his trial. It was in vain that his family testified to the miller's telling them of the death and burial of the dog three days pre vious to Marble's going to the mill ; vain, too, the man’s asseverations of his innocence. The finding of the miss ing man’s corpse in the cellar—in the very corner where he had sworn to the interment of the dog —weighed most heavily against him, and he was found guilty and sentenced to bejiung in chains. But a petition praying the high court tet spare his family the deep digrace that would forever attach itself to them if the awful sentence was carried out* secured the punish ment of decapitation’ and the unlucky man was accordingly executed, lie protested his innocence to the very last, and met his doom with great composure. Throughout the reg*ion round about Tewkesbury it was universally be-* lieved that the guilty man had been punished and the law fully vindicated It was noticed on the trial that Sir Per-, cy Hasket, a celebrated surgeon, gave it as his belief that David Marble had been dispatched by one blow, whereas the thieving fisherman had sworn to having heard two deadened blows in the mill on the eventful night. But surgeon's evidence did not tend to help the accused. The miller had said that he broke in the heading of a casket with two blows in Marble's presence ; but this explanation of the noise was not credi ted. Shortly after the miller's execution his family left Tewkesbury, and all traces of them became lost. The mill shunned by the superstitious, and an other had to be erected to keep the patronage at home. Although we have followed the mil ler of Tewkesbury to his death, the story of the crime does not end hero. Three years after the execution, the EASTMAN, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 8, IS7S. Earl of Sudbury's gamekeeper fired at a poacher, and heard a sharp cry of pain. In the darkness, 6eaich for the thief proved uuavailing, and the rnab ter was dismissed from the garaekeep er's mind. Two days after, a dead man was found under a shelving bank not far from the scene of the shot. It was evi dent that he had been dead twelve Hours. Nobody recognized him, but the piece of paper he had dropped from his baud told a terrible story ; it re vealed a secret which must have haunt ed its guilty possessor like the ghost of the murdered dead. The document contained blood stains, and was writ ten in a pool - , ragged hand as follows : “I am Roswell Gordon, of Tewkes bury, dying from a shot received from Sudbury’s gamekeeper, aud declare before God, and with the judgment before me, that what I am going to say is true. Three years ago Calvin Tyler was executed for the murder of David Marble, merchant. He was in n.oceut. I, Roswell Gordon, did the deed. It was in thiswise: I had a key /othe miller's back door, and used to get /ny flour by theft. I saw Mr. Marble and the miller in the mill on the 20tu. The miller paid him £6OO. The mereha ut went out by the back way ; I follou 'ed and struck him once with a bludgeon. He feil quite dead. After the milieu le/f Die ra sll I carried the body to the celliA r j buried him where I had seen thv® miller put his dead dog the night before'. Ihe dog I took away buried near my house. I poisoned the animal, for he bothered me at the mill, I got Mr. Marble's money and gambled it away in Lomdon. THis true, for I will soon stand before my God, and I can't die with two murders on my soul. God have mer cy on my guilty soul. Roswell Gordon. Thus "was the truth finally told ; but the innocent had suffered for the guilty. Justice lmcZ finally overtaken the poacher. In the night, under the bank be died with the /crime of years on Iris soul, unshriyen by priest, and if we may believe, unforgivAn by Ins God. It was ordered that colors should be waved over the miller's grave iu token of his innoc\ once - The Functions o/ ft Newspaper. There has grown up a sort of com-* mon law of obligation, recognized L?ui tually by the press aud by the people, by which the people expect that the press, as distributers of useful intelli gence, shall inform them as well what is to be avoided as what is to lie sought, as well who is to be suspected as who is to be confided in. Aud a newspaper, as a garnerer and distrib utor of nows, is a public monitor, and it is it's duty to admonish the people against frauds and shams, and impose tures and dishonesties. It is to be a beacon as well as a guide; and wlien ever a public newpaper, through its diversified appliances for the collect tion and distribution of information, discovers anywhere in life and in pub lic avocations, whether it bo of a law yer, or a clergymau, or a physician, a man, who, instead of securing the public welfare by honorable methods cr practices, simply prowls about in the backyard of his profession, and uses the means and instrumentalities which honorable title gives him to pander to his own lust cr avarice, or any other vile passion, and that paper fails to send out some admonitory voice, and sound some signal of warn ing, it is recreant to every principle of duty aud responsibility, and should be stigmatized by the public it pre tends to represent and serve. A newspaper, however, has no right, in its endeavors to administer to the public, to sacrifice private character. The public, too, has a stake in the good name of its citizens, and he who defames a good citizen doe3 it at his own peril. The public press should inculcate the sentiment that he who maliciously, or willfully, or wantonly, or carelessly even, and falsely charges a man with a crime, is a foe to society and an emeny to the law. The law recognizes this, and always has. so that from the earliest history of civil*-, ization, and in the rudest stages of society, we have found the law fur-, nished protection to every man in the full and complete enjoyment of a well earned reputation. Little Johnny ran into the house the other day with the perspiration stream ing from every pore, and shouted: ‘Oh mamma! mamma! fix me; I'm leaking all over.' BILL ARP’S BUGLE HORN. A Blast from the Georgia Phil osopher, Editors Constitution : Lookin’ upon you as vigilant sentinels upon the watchtowers of it is every man's duty to keep you posted. The universal diffution of knowledge ought to be the aim of every good newspaper, and if you don’t know everything your selves, why I suppose you must pick up a little here and a little there, and manufactur some, and then mix it all up together and sow it broad cast and trust to Providence for a crop. Times used to be when only a few knowed what was going on, and the balance was left in ignorance and had all the work to do, but every now and then a smart feller would crop above the weeds and get ahead in spite of all obstacles. Such was Henry Clay and Joe Brown and Luster. But now-a- I days mankind are gittiu' more and more alike, and the time will come when one mau will have as iair chance to know everything as another man, if not more so, and then the race for a livin', and for fame and power will be even all round and it will be nip and tuck between them ? and nobody git veiy much ahead. Then the human race will develop like blooded stock and the scrub will disappear and eve rybody be a Lexington, or a shanghai, or a Berkshire, or a Jerseo, and all be the same size and color, and have the same kind of a nose and mouth and eyes; and the women will be so purty and so much alike that there won’t be so mucl) choice between them, and tlic boys can marry the first one that coinC 8 ulong and not get worsted. That bless ed time is coming but it ain’t come yet, by a long sight; and nothin’ has tens it more than the diffusion of knowl edge by good newspapers. I remember when a sharp man could set up a store at the cross roads and sell goods for 2 hundred per cent—when a lawyer could take half a man's land for defend in' the title—when a doctor charged SSOO for cutting a rock out of a man— when no body hut rich folks could ride in a buggy, or wear boots and store clothes and linen bosoms and muslin and palpitatin’ lace, and cook on a stove, and have glass winders and or chards and flowers and book music ; but now' most everybody does, and it is gittin’ more ar.d more so, and the race is improvin' and giuJn’ smarteT. and if some folks would quit slander in' and lyin’, I would bo eatisfide witk human progress, and think we was all on the way to a speedy millennium.— Wouldn't you ? I know the press is doing a power of work in the land, but there's a heap more to be done. The people are waiting for light. A man come by my house yesterday with a load of chickens, and when 1 axd him about politics he said it was mighty tight in his settlement between Luster and Parks Bell, but he throught Lus ter a leetle ahead ; and when I axed him where he lived he said in Pickens. Another man told me he seed a man who was on the grand jury this week and he told him that they took a vote in the jury room aud 16 of the jury was for Felton and 12 for Luster and when I remarked that it was an on common large jury he said he reckon ed the judge put on some extras on account of the weather ; and this morn ing a fellow cum along and after a chat said he was for me aud wasgwine to vote for me, and when I told him I wasent a candidate he axd me if my name wasent Arp and said it was no rated up at Fine Log that I was a run nin' for Congress. Before lie left lie tried to borrow a half a dollar to buy some medisine for a sick child. Now that's wliat the matter, Mr. Editor ; some of the unmitigated have got it reported that I am a candidate and the Felton idolizers have set into abusin' me like I was a thief, and be fore the race is over they’d have me mignty nigh as mean as Luster. I can stand it and have stood it so long that it’s become sorter my normal condition, as the savin' is, but it ain’t fair, for there's no set off at all. I ain't got any of Dr. Felton’s thirty thousnnd dollars nor any hope of what Faster is get hereafter. I wish the newspapers would let the people know whose the issue is. I reckon my friend Willing ham does know, but while he"~Ts foolin’ around somewhere, his printer let's in all sorts of stuff, as if I w’as a running One of his correspondents puts forth eleven conundrums to me about gold rings, as if I kept a jewelry store, and he signs his name Bill Arp, Jr. Now' my juniors are all present or accounted for, and they are all Luster boys to the backbone, and one of them is named after him, and I didn't know I had any stray ones a runniu about loose and on marked, but if there are any its a fraud and I don't wonder thoy have turned up on the wrong side. Another fellow who thinks I am a candidate, come3 out with a whole lot of unmitigated, and abuses me for run* nin a Sunday school in Dr. Felton's chapel. Well, that do settle it. That feller wants light. I never was High er to the chapel than the big road in my life, but ’sposc I was, Mr. Muttonhead, what's that got to do with Luster, and what are you going to do about it ? I reckon you got your slanderin’ from that crazy amazon whom everybody pities and nobody believes, and who has for years been tryin to regulate so' ciety down to hci standard. Allow me to intorm you that my friend Win Pink ney Smith, alias Peckerwood, who has a red head and a big heart, is ruimin that school, and if you'll come over he will teach you the ten commandments, aun maybe you’ll find out there’s two of 'em mighty hard down on lying. I am sorry for you and all such,for when you die aud knock at the gate aud St- Peter asks you wliat made you vote agin Luster, I suppose you'll say, “be caus Bill Arp run a Sunday school in Felton’s chapel. My poor unfortunate feller man, what do you reckon would become of you then ? Now I w r ant all these mistaken people to understand that the man who is running against Dr. Felton is George Nelson Luster, the same good and pure man that Dr Felton alluded to four years ago, when he declared in public that “if the con* vention was to nomiuate as good and pure a manias Geo. N. Luster 1 would ground arms and retire to pri vai e life.” That's the man. He lives down here i n Marietta, and was ap> pointed /udge by Gov. Colquitt over all the pro*. ' sure that Joe Brown could brin<* to beat for Jeems * You soe the Governor di JnV know then tliat be had been stealin and p. und(?l ‘ n ’ and ko it for granted that x )r * * ekori truth, and it was trrn ' h > and il ’* thc truth now, aud will contiriv et ° bo when Luster gets to congress, and C Wl . *?'° just us certain as the people 1 and knowledge. And when this ’ race is over and all settle clown the old channels, and the good doctor shakes oft his love for "Washington and concentrates his affections once more upon the unpretending chapel; the nabors w r ill rejoice and be glad, ai?d it me and my folks can't get a front seat, then we will be content w r itn a ba’pk one, and then that charity which is always kind and endureth all things will prevail. If some of us are awful dinners, thp greater the need of a middle man, and the woV’k oughtent to be done like an epidemic, hut we ought to wound up every Sunday, hkc a clock ; and it the doctor waited to be ordained, why, everybody' will vote for it—and if he didn’t, we’ll lake him on faith, jesso, and then, maybe, the wheat crop will turn out better, and the peaches will hit, sum mer rains will come, and everything he lovely', and everybody calm and se rene. When I take these butiful prospects I wish there wasn't but one side to this bisness, and that was our side ; but then again when 1 hear of some sweet morsel of slander agoin around, the charm is broken, and I feel like exclaiming, in the elegant language of Willingham : “Why, hang it ! can’t the champagne be honestly conducted?’ I think so ; but don't take too much this weather my boy. Your frind, Bill Arp. P. S.—Tell my r friend Cox to hurry up his fair. A few good horse races would divide the excitement and tone down our people smartly'. The doctors say they must have a ‘counter irritant' to prevent brain fever, but Sam Mor gan says that's what's the matter— they are taking too much c >unter-ir ritant. B. A. f I have calculate 1/ said an eminent ariihtnetic-man, ‘that the average man speaks three hours a day’, at the aver age speed of 100 words a minute— say', twenty-nine octavo pages an hour or GOO a week; consequently, in the course of a year, the average man talks fifty-two large volumes.’ ‘Sir,’ said one of the audience, a man of scant respect for the sex to which he owed his mother—‘does your calcula tion apply also to women?’ ‘lt does, sir,' coldly’ replied the arithmetic-man; ‘all you have to do is and he put a 0 after the 52. And now the early worm catches the small boy looking for fish-bait. Policeman—Now, then, move on! There's nothing the matter. Boy in the crowd—Yer needn't tell us that; you wouldn’t be here il thero was. ‘llelloh ! who's there !' exclaimed a young man as he entered the Bowling Saloou at Like George. ‘Tis I, sir, rolling rapidly, replied a young lady as she sent a ball whizzing down the al ley. A little girl showing her little cous in—a boy about four years old—a star said : 'That star you see up there is bigger’n this world.’ ‘No it ain't/ ‘Yes it is.' Then why don't it keep the rain off?' Josh Billings in a zoological moment writes: The peculiarity of thc fly is that he returns to the same spot; but it is the characteristic of thc mosquito that he returns to another spot. Thus lie differs with thc leopard which docs not change its spots. This is ail ims portant fact in natural history. An absent-minded editor having courted a girl, applied to her father. The old man said : ‘Well, you want my daughter' what sort of a settlement will you make ? What will you give her ?' ‘Give her? 4 replied the editor look* ing up vacantly, ‘l’ll give her a pvjf .’ ‘Take her.' The government is going to send a New England bank cashier along with the Howgate Arctic expedition. When the ship reaches an impassable ico bank the cashier will be set out upon it. He will break it up and find the nearest, shorteast route to Earoep in about ten days. The ships can follow him. ‘Mamma, where do the cows get the milk?’ asked Willie looking up from the foaming pan of milk which he had been intently regarding. ‘Where do you get your tears?’ 'as the answer. ‘ tier a thoughtful silence he again A out, ‘Mamma, do the cows have broke nked?’ to be spa _ ■* fainted at a camp -meet A man whe v . , Tr ’lsuppomtcd. He oxs mg was sadly u -, n men rus h pectcd h hat a <l>z '- -sks out of their 1) pull whisky-flu „ drjnk to pockets and give him v _ • . . ® , re forth com vive him. JLhc flasks wt • , . , , 'in enough mg, but they didn’t conta - ? fain * and liquor to moisten the lips FL too late in the day.— Norr. Hera Lord Boßeberry has given M* Rothschild, his betrothed, the largest sapphire in the world known to exist. Bouton Post. They say it's most as bi> as a small house, and that he fovea Hannah like a house-sapphire. But if wo avei *c the Roseberries wo should not like to .have such a Sapphirer and Hannah nigh us in the family. —Phil adelpaia Bulletin, ‘Oh’ dear!’ exclaimed Henrietta throwing herself down into a chair ‘I will never go to tfiat post-office again, to be looked out of countenance by all those men on the corner. It is so pros yoking! What can I do, Sarah Jane, the stop these awful men from staring me so in the face V ‘Do as I do,' replied Sarah Jane ; ‘get a skirLs’CTStOf and show your Newport ties.' ‘Do you keep nails here ?' asked a sleepy looking lad, walking into a hardware store the other day. ‘Yes ' replied the gentlemanly proprietor. ‘What kind? We keep all all kinds of nails ; what kind will you have and how many ?' ‘Well,’ said the boy, sliding toward the door, ‘l'il take a pound of finger nails and about a pound and a half of toe-nails.' A lady occupying room letter B at a hotel, wrote on the slate as foliows: ‘Wake letter B at seven; and if let ter B says, ‘Let her be,' don't let her be, nor letter B be, because if you let letter B be, letter B will be unable to let her house to Mr. B , who is to call at halt-past ten.' The porter, a better boot-black than orthographist, after studying the above all night, did not know whether to wake letter B or to let her be. NO. 32.