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JOHN H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor. HRS. HART E. BRYAN (*) Associate Editor. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, JUNE 15, 1878. Do We Know Tliem?—There is no hu man being on earth whom we thoroughly know —-whose nature we perfectly comprehend. There is an atmosphere of mystery enfolding all —even those to whom we sustain the most intimate relations; whose lips and hands daily touch ours, and whose features are familiar as sunshine. The child that, as a babe, has lain on our breast; the wife or husband, whose exis tence seems blent with ours, are yet unknown to us. We hold them to our hearts, we lay our cheek to’theirs, we look down into their deep eyes, but we cannot read the soul that lies there —the truth at the bottom of those clear wells. We breathe the same air that they do, we lire, seemingly, the same lives, but, in reality, they walk apart from us and live a life of their own, independent of, and separate from ours. Into that wonder world of thought and feeling that lies within them, we may not enter. We may stand upon the threshold, but God alone can pass within the penetralia, and lift the curtain from the soul’s deep mysteries. Often we are deceived into fancying that we thoroughly understand those who are so confid ing and so transparent that, apparently, noth ing of their feelings or their character is con cealed from us. Oh fools and blind ! we know ju>t ourselves, how, then, can we judge of our fellow men ? We comprehend the truth at times, when the friend whom we have read, as we be lieve, from Alpha to Omega, until, like an old book, he has grown stale and tiresome, sudden ly develops some new trait of character—startles us by appearing in some unexpected form, and we find that the heart which has so long throb bed near ours and with whose innermost cham bers we thought ourselves familiar, has held purposes, feelings, passions, of which we dream ed not It is a strange, almost a fearful thing, to think that within the heart of every human being there is going on a drama, often a tragedy, o f which God and angels are the only spectators. Sorrow and Shame, Regret and Love, Hate and Despair and Remorse act their parts in this un seen play, and we are none the wiser. A few manifestations are outwardly visible—rising like bubbles to the surface, to tell of the strife that goes on beneath; but the deeper portions of the drama are played behind the screen. We see men and women at their homes, in the street, pursuing their ordinary avocations, smiling, or quietly serene; but if we were gifted with spirit ual vision, we would see that many of these pla cid passers-by have •Unseen company To make the spirit quail.’ . It is well that the individuality of every soul is sacred. Even Love pauses at the threshold over which the God who made the temple of the soul alone may pass, * What Xnv York Uswl to be. Does it not seem strange to think that a con siderable portion of the very heart of New York was once a pond of fresh water, and afterwards a partially filled up weedy marsh, the place where idle boys and loafers ‘most did congre gate,’in the infant days of the city? Walking the solid Russe pavement with rows of brick building frowning on either side of him, who would not startle a little, on suddenly recur ring to the fact that barefoot boys once skat ed over the frozen water, and fish gamboled on the very spot where he stands ? A writer gos sips pleasantly about this reclaimed land .* When the hills adjoining were cut down and carted into the Collect, or fresh water pond, a fo rmation was made, neither solid nor whole some. When the Revolution had passed away, and Washington was in his tomb, this filled-up pool was nothing but a marsh. Standing on it, a man could shake it from the centre to the circumference, like a bowl of jelly struck by a spoon. About this fen still lingered the stream that formerly fed the several-acred pond, and we met a man a few days back who told us that at the foot of White street he boarded many years ago, and in that stream, while bathing, a fellow lodger was drowned—yes drowned in the centre of New York. When William 1Y. of England, visited this country, he was a midshipman, in George the Third’s navy, and a boy at that; an awkward, knock-kneed, lubberly boy; and attended by Some of his sailors, he went to the Collect, or fresh-water pond, to skate. His Royal High ness had no sooner donned the steel than his knock-kneedness was made more manifest—by the increased diminution, in consequence of a change of pedestal, of his power to hold his joyal legs together. Awkward-looking was Wil liam the Sailor, and in those days it was the cus tom for baker boys to carry their matutinal prog of loaves around to customers in huge baskets, on their ahonldiers, thus producing a peculiar kind of leggial appearance, much, if not alto gether, resembling the leggial appearance of the embryo king. No sooner had these boys seen the new comer, with his awkward pins knock ing together, and his calves sticking out like an inverted triangle, then they began to call out, •Look at the knock-kneed baker!’ and they, ignorant of the august skater, made so much fun ot him, and poked him so with their rude humor, that he forthwith unstrapped his skates and left the pond of fresh water for the big herring pond that divided his father’s kingdom from the province that was then in arms rebel lious. We doubt if the free spirited, independent young colonists would have paid homage to the youthful sprig of royalty, even if they had known his rank. The democratic sentiment was too strong in those glorious old days of (simplicity and truth. * The Lights «if the City.-The faint ron hue has faded from the West as the blush from the cheek ot beauty, and the stare, like evening prim-roses, open iu the paly sky. The laughter of children has ceased in the streets below, and the light-fingered winds play softly with the ycong leaves of the oak. It is sweet; at such an hour, to fold the bauds and look and' listen, and steep She soul in the beauty of earth and heaven. Tke dusk deep ens into darkness; and the light? of the city come out, one by one, like stare, and glow around upon distent hills and sloping hillsides. The lights from so many homes! They are less mystically and poetically beautiful than those that shine above us, but though they t»uch the fancy less, they move* the heart more deeply! for those lights are kindled upon the hearth stone of home, and there is the warmth of hu man life and love in their glow. They tell of home and domestic endeanesntS and social pleasures. They tell of children’s prattle and gambols; of babes whose blue eyss watch their ascending sparkles; of fathers and sons and husbands, whose daily week carras them sway from their own roof-tree, asd to whom those lights are the polar stars that lead them hack to that “Dearest spot in Earth’s*'Jroadi&ccmds, Home, sweet home.” Those cheery lights look from, the windows- and beckon •ail wanderers borne.’ They come obedient to the welcome sigxal—weasy men of business come to forget theis cares- and relax the tension of brain and muscle in the sweet atmosphereof peace and love;:pale sewing girls, who, from dawn till dusk, have sat in darken ed rooms stitching away ‘with lingers weary and worn; little boys with patched jackets, who have cried newspapers iE» the streets ail day, and young apprentices who have toiled so hard for slender wages, forget it all, as fin iilint by I.radio's,—A new literary; craft, lively and dashing—a weekly magazine christened PicOdilly, or Town and Country Life, has just appeared in London. It is under the sole management of ladies, Violet Fane and Lady Goutts Lindsay being among them; but there are several distinguished male writers con tributing to the first nnmber; Lord Desart has the opening chapters of a novel and Mr. Looker writes an introductory in verse, wteteh be ealls ‘Bon Voyage,’ and in which he males' the new venture thus perform its greeting courtesy; Good friends, to-day with spreadir.fe-'stieet, We launch our paper Argo; A es, Picadilly is complete— Her columns are hervargo. Will Dizzy now deplore-his lot? Or, will he cut his caper ? Perhaps he'll only grumble, ‘What, Another weekly paper I’ The fair editors of Picadilly propose to ‘g^ai'd ATLANTA AOTES. The Atlanta Dramatic Association have go*Ae to Chattanooga to give the dwellers under thy shadow of Look Out a taste of their quality. They gave their performance last night. The telegraph has been silent on j the subject up to this writing, but we have no doubt they did credit to* themselves aud won fresh honors. The Chzttanoogians, with characteristic cor diality, tendered them an ovation in advance— a hop and unlimited ice c ream. The Associa tion have in rehearsal, Ingomar, with Mr. Moyers and Ifiss Milligan in leading roles. Meantime, Atlanta has a rival organization. Some first rate histrionic talent has clustered itself around Mr. Paul Bleckley, aud as a result, we shall have ‘ Serried Life ’ very shortly. It bright little comedy with The Athens Military Pienie and Prize Shooting. scandal and personality and yet present Bgfc1j is a go0( j selection ,» ' plenty of pleasing a curiosity to see Mr. Bleckley since he became anu attr&ctrre writing upon orery subject or j 0 f pleasing situations. We have <*uite onmnt infnruaf » They set a bard task for! r — «- -• ^ current interest 1 „ themselves here. It is almost impossible to be 1 ! a professional. He has the reputation of being ‘spicy’ without being personal. But then, the ‘ conscientious student who never English are not as semitive as we are. We j s | nir8 wor ^ i This new histrionic society Southerners cannot take a joke, especially one ] calls we believe, the Atlanta Comedy in print. Good-humored pleasantry re taken in , Company, solemn earnest;, poke us ever so playfully in the ribs and we turn with a scmwl, or whip out our rapier fore scathing retort. We havryet to learn the merry, good-humored give-and-take spirit that existsemong French journalists and jour nal readesm * Atlanta is about to have its sewerage extend ed. Our olfactories rejoice. Why in the name Cassius Clay, ncrrlectnring: upon Commence, in New York, is'ssaifil by a Sim reporter to have expressed these sensible views* on the title of Hayes to the Bresideocy: ‘Well, Bayes has gyeen ns of the Sooth, what we expected from TiLden. Therefore, 3 say to our people-that, having, got vshat they want from Hayev, they should not now toes him back into the hands of Cameron and Cockling for them to* handle,. Resides I think they In company with a nnmber of Atlanta gentle^ men, I left for Gainsville and New Holland on Tdesday) to be present at the picnic and target r ractic of the Athens Guards. My especial companion, was Mr. Smith Clay- toa 1 of Atlanta, who like myself was armed with a note-book and pencil, and whose original wit- icissa-; and brilliancy made him a most agreeable ‘parSi* __ W6' reach tie ‘Capitol of Hall on scedule time, with nothing of our journey to record, save ttst at Buford' we purchased coffee with the accompaniments, (sugar and whitening) thrown in or rather poured in—at ten cents per cup— or its eqrivolent, one cigar and a nickle. Upon lading at Gainesville, our baggage, (a satchel w'th capacity for one spring chicken and two cellars, if well packed,) was seized by an urbane, stt&ehe o? Tne Piedmont Hotel, and to its hospitable walls, we were rapidly borne by the Gainsville St. car Hne. The Piedmont is a mos beautiful and model hotel, and under the management of Mb Tramwell, is kept filled to its fullest capacity in th-e summer. The city of Gainesville, and its boundary of beautiful hills, veem to reek, as sver, with ro^ mance and fresh air. The clear pool at New *,**~~~ ^ Holland still bubbles, as when,in the legendary past, the Cherokee maiden by the side of her oi every sanitary consideration does .not o..r j gallant . S haok-Narty -Jim/ made shadows to- city have a regular market to which all vegeta- : scare the minnow?; and ripjded the surfhee with ble& and buicWed meats may be taken, instead 1 their dusky beaks. There are many nice im- of bring distributed in scores of shops all over! Pavements at New Holland, and with its rape. ,, .. ® _ , , TT , .f . __ ! nor attractions and sonvemenees, will20 doubt the c’Jty, giving the Board of Health a serloU£ ! hold its own with oiber and ^ewer resets this time inspecting the many stalls, and the city Summer, scavengers a weree time iu cleaning and puri-j The Avaehs GrA.3t>s, fying the same. There is no convenience to numbering about forty men, reached the Springs / 6 „ . . at eleven o clock on .Wednesday, They formed buyers er sellers' in such ac arrangement, n 8 t a tj OI1 aa( j m anhed to the-Hotel, Burns’ to speak of the dfeagreeableness of having one’s i ajlver Cornet Band aiccmpanyi^g. The Gom- promenade broken in upon every few minutes by the smell of decayed vegetables or “sour” agreed to stand by the game of sfcance, and in good faith aught to do so. Ehe policy has | meats, or the ghastly sight of’a beef's head, or made the Scxth string: and peaceful. I expect *. the blood-dripping skin and dull, dead eyes of to see the country governed by Southern men J ^ unfortunate caJS or a wretched, beheaded _ they | and influence largely,now that oxr troubleshave ; turtle, still blindly moving his e-laws while his watch the rnddy light and 'qraeken their steps been removed, because we are morehomogene- 1 back bears-die legend, “Turtle soup here to- J ” 1 ous than the peop'e of >he rHorth- f day. Quite appetizing such sights might be The Sage of Ashland himself c&cld not, as we j to some folks, but our carnivorous instincts are take it, hare-uttered mere tersely vcfcafc should be ! 80 highly developed, the feelings- of the people. towards home. What a blessed thing it is that home, how ever humble, is nearly always an asylum for the heart; that it is, as the deasold Scotch prov erb says: ‘home, be it ever so humble!’ But where goes the blind beggar, who trudg ed the streets to-day with his little dog ? Where goes the organ player, whom you drove from your door, but whom the children—God bless them! gathered around aud listened to, while he played the old tunes—that were summer sweet to them—and put the half-dimes they had begged from their papa, to buy candy with, into the little monkey’s hand—not grudgingly, but with the wish that it was only more ? Who will light a beacon for them; who will watch for their coming as the shadows thicken into shade; what chair is set for their weary limbs; what kind voice will greet them and welcome them home ? Alas for Earth’s houseless and weary chil dren ! Alas for those who have no sweet home influences to keep them from sin and shame ! “Oh it is pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home they have none.” A Superstitious Bride. — Certainly Miss Vinnie Ream, the sculptress, whose recent marriage to Lt. Hoxie has been duly chronicled by all Newspaperdom, must have been a bit superstitious. She insisted on wearing an old bridal veil—an heirloom—because it would give her ‘luck.’ She had a pocket of clover leaves put upon her exquisite dress of cream satin, also for luck, and among the floral adorn ments of her Gift Table, was a horse shoe of flowers—the Irish symbol of luck. It is to be hoped from these propitiatory offer ings to the blind goddess that the fair Yinnie’s married life will be as lucky as her career hither to has been. And her good luck heretofore has been wonderful. With only a modicum of talent she succeeded in making herself the pet of Con gress by her naive sprightliness and moderate good looks, and obtained engagements for na tional work over the head of experienced and able sculptors. Having once sojourned in Rome and become the fashion, her fortune was secure. Her marriage ovation was a cosmopolitan affair. Her presents came from far and wide. Her pil low shams of exquisite hand-made laoe were sent her from the Chickasaw Indian tribe—the work of a chief’s wife. A solid gold tea service came from Europe. Bishop Pinckney sent a poem richly illuminated and the Art Club of Work contributed a gorgeous album composed of pictures, each one painted by a member of the club. Gen. Albert Pike, a Southerner, sent to the bridegroom a cane of Manziuetta wood from California whose head was composed of a silver brick that had been presented to Miss Vinnie. Gen. Pike’s daughter was also one of the bridesmaids and looked charming in pale pink and diamonds- Emperor William of Germany, who was shot by Dr.Nobeling, agent of a Socialist organization, is so old that recovery from the wound and shock is doubtfnl. Several shots remain in his arm, so closely embedd ed in tissues contigu ous to the artery that his surgeons regard it dan gerous to try to extract them. The Emperor has rallied somewhat, slept and partaken of food. The would-be assassin, who, it is remembered, shot himself after his attempted murder of the Emperor—is rapidly sinking, and at latest accounts was unconscious. Before he lost his senses, he was urged to make a confession, but he only acknowledged that he belonged to the Society of Socialists, that he had been singled out by lotto kill the Emperor, as they all be lieved the country wonld be better without a crowned head. He absolutely refused to be tray any of his brother conspirators, but said there were great names among them. German aristocracy is consequently thrown into something of a panic, A secret conspiracy threatening to spring a mine under their feet, and no cine to be bad to the prime movers, no knowledge to be gained of the extent or the plans of the organization, Bismarck is about to appoint a Committee of Investigation, but delays the movement until the Emperor’s condi tion becomes less critical. The Socialistic principles are spreading. The Working-man’s Unions, Communists, Bread or Blood Fraterni ties and all other combinations to resist monop olies of wealth and power are akin to it. These, though having sonnd and just principles un derlying them, are apt to result in rash action. Thus evil begets evil, and one wrong is used to counteract, to punish or annihilate another. “E>IA>7C£X SWEDESaOSG.— THE. ‘GREAT UN KNOWN,’ ” on the second page of Shis paper, is an article of much interest. Too little is known in this country of this, extraordinary man. His genius, his fine spiritual attributes,his remark able clairvoyant power, his wonderful writings, all entitle him to be called extraordinary and make it encumbant on evary inquirer into the nature* and power of the human being to ac quaint himself with, all that is known of Swed enborg. The sketch, in our paper is written by a strong, independant thinker and an accom plished journalist, Lovely and gifted Miss Jennie Bacon of this City has ‘ExchaisgeU her maiden gladness For a mine and lor a ring.’ She was married this week at her mother’s residence, to Mr. Baker of Cartersville—a tal ented and rising young lawyer. Our heartiest, wishes are for the happiness of the young pair who have iustJ^Nhed their mutual barque on the sea of married iyjfe. Gen. E. P. Ale^iKder, the New president of the Georgia Road exhibits an energy and prompt dispatch that argue well for the future of the important Line placed under his direction. The changes he has made show a shrewd business insight and a regard for economy. The Board of directors evidently appreciate his abil ity for they have raised the salary of the Presi dent of the Road from $4,500 to $0000. Old habitues of Clarksville will find muoh in terest in the sketch of this famous resort of southern aristocracy that we publish this week. Descriptions of interesting southern localities is one feature of our paper, and this little history of the past and present of the noted Georgia village and the beautiful Nacoochee valley not far from it, will, we are sure, be acceptable to our readers. Crand Excursion to Lagrange— Commencement day at Lagrange Female Col lege oome3 on the 12th of J une and a grand excursion from Atlanta is arrranged to take place on that day. Many of our best citizens will avail themselves of the opportunity of hearing the address of Bishop Pierce, the commence ment exercises, and a delightful concert, iu which a number of the finest vocalists in Atlanta will assist. The magnificent Ferrel gardens now in their Jane glory, are another at traction. Tourists are drawn from afar to visit this wonderful “Eden of the South.” The fare for the Excursion round trip is only $1,50 “Alex. Stephens’ Toad.” It would see^u that a literary paper of the character and pretensions of the New York J/er- cury ought to be sufficiently acquainted with the English classics not to mistake Mr. Stephens’ allusion to Milton’s toad, for a reference to the book of Genesis, of which latter the editor ac cuses Mr. Stephens of ignorance. Had the editor of the Mercury been acquaint ed with the ‘Paradise Lust,’ he could not have failed to recognize the aptness of Mr. Stephens’ simile in the following paragraph in his letter on the Potter Resolution; ‘AH soft words instilling into the minds of the people of this country such ideas, are as de lusive and as guileful as the whisperings of the great arch fiend in the shape of a toad in the ear of Eve. from which sprung all our woes.’ Mr. Stephens’ allusion is unmistakably not to the first book of Moses, but to the following scene, recorded in Book 12 of ‘Paradise Lost: * * * * ‘these to the bower direct In seTirch of whom they songht: him there they found . .. , _ Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve; Assaying by his devlish art to reach The regions of her fancy.’ And the simile will appear more complete if, in connection with Mr. Potters s letter and Mr. Stephens' reply thereto, we read the oonolud- ing lines of ihe paragraph from Milton above quoted. They are in these words: ‘Him (i.e. the arch fiend) thus intent, Ithuriel with his spear Touched lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, hut returns Of force to it’s own likeness: up he (the Devil) starts, Discovered and surprised.’ We think the intelligent reader need not be shown the application W. L. S. pany presents a fine appearance, having a gen era! symmetry seldom seen in Lome soldiery. Uhe men are well drilled,* and their positions in file seem to be arranged with a view to parade effect. The uniform is hght gray with becoming trimmings and the usuai gilt to maL"fe«ach rank. Captain J. H. Rucker is * splendid style of an oiicer, easy and commanding, and handles his company with the air of xATest Poirier. J. H. Eull is first Lieutenant, and weare- his sword like a soldier. Second Lieutenant E. G. Potter is a fine officer and, we are informed, is thor oughly versed in tactics. T. B. Vincent, the ju nior second, is entirely fiited for his rank with a fine military presence. We should deem our criticism incomplete should we omit mention of Orderly Sergeant Sparks. Sis movements in ranks are like machinery. He put the Com pany through the manual with fine ptosision, and fills the important office of Orderly with marked capacity. THE SHOOjTXG commenced at 12 o’clock, each soldier firing without rest at a creedmocr target 150 > yards diotant. The Springfield Breech-loading gun is used by the company. We did not learn the scores, but give the names of the successful con- tostants. FIRST PULE was taken by private McClesky: 2nd price was taken by private Wyme: the ?rd prize was taken by Com. Officer, Lt. Vincent: the fourth, prize was carried off by Honorary member, Dr. S. B. Billups, Dr. B. making the closest single shot. The 5th prize was a tin wwteh and chain, and was rewarded to the poorest shot. Private Bar nard bore it off m triumph. The presentation by Col. Perry, of Gainesville,, was characteriz ed with beautiful thought and eloquence, i athexs’ lal iesjiax. j Several of the young ladies from Athens accom- , panied the excursion, and their presence added j much to the delight of the occasion. Many vis- I itors from Atlanta and a lurge number of young j people from Gainesville aud the surrounding country were present, arid after the shooting Fine AzrlSL—The number of persons, who daily visit the office of the Markham House to see the potrait ef the late lamented Col. Owens, attests the appreciation in which his memory is held, as well as the artistic merit of Mrs. Gregory’s week. It is exausitely wrought on canvas in black and white conte crayon. That characteristic intensity of expression about the eye and brow is perfect. It speaks well for the new proprietors that they should have placed it there on the first day they took charge of the hotel, as a tribute of respect to their honored predecessor. A pretty and fastidious Atlanta belle, when taken to task as to why she treated a young gen tleman rather scurvily, actually refusing au ice cream invitation, replied with a* curl of her cor al lip, that he wasn’t ‘good style’ and she was sure his hat never came from Clarke’s. The young men should take warning. There is an indescribable something which constitutes style, and the hats of Lewis Clarke possess that some thing Moreover they are first-class material, fresh and durable, and his large stock at his emporium on Whitehall street comprises every variety, with prices to suit every pocket. * A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY. j joined in the dance. The occasion was marked An Invalid Woman Murdered by a Fifteen.*?., by everything joyous and the day was balmy Year-Old Boy. and beautiful. Taylorvile, 111., May 20.—One of the most' Dancing and merriment consumed the hours fiendish outrages in the annals of crime has oc-! until the time for returning home, when closed curred in our little village. Vesterday, about j a day which will be memorable to all for its un- noon, our citisens were startled at the announce- J interrupted pleasure, ment that Mrs. Hamilton had been murdered at 1 misctll^neous. her residence, in broad daylight, while calmly I Before returning to the city of G., Smith reposing upon a sofa in her own room. The mur- • and I tackled the ice cream man. The cream dered woman is a helpless invalid, having been stricken with paralysis many years ago. The household consists of the husband and wife and was sweet and cold, but was made in Athens and so impregnated with the “classic” as to ren der more than one plate unpalatable, (2o3ts per William Day, a boy apparently about fifteen j plate.) Cornelius Willingham, of the Eagle was years of age, who was employed by the Kamil tons to do chores around the hose. The hus band was employed a short distance from the house, and having occasion to want a hatchet and some nails, sent the boy into the house to get the articles. The boy returned shortly after with a hammer, when the husband sent him back and he brought the hatchet. A few mo ments after he called to the husband and said. •Y'our wife is killed; some tramps murdered her:’ He found his wife unconscious, with four great The boy stated at first that especially thought ul for our pleasure and com fort, and, placed us widely at his diaposal for future occasions. ■'ORTH GEORGIA needs no eulogy from my pen. Its wealth cf climate, soil, mineral and every thing which gladdens and prospers mankind, has been rap idly unfolding*to the people ofiour state. Those who have been forced to shoulder the har den of heavy expense and irksome travel in seeking shelter from debility and business cares, may now come to their own native foun tains, may nestle among their own green hills and gaze in love and wonder upon their- own gashes on her head. some tramps had murdeied the woman with a j hatchet, and that he saw them running away from J ani J gaze m la the house. He gave a description of the men, j majestic tails. - Toccoa, Tallulah, and the pa noramic* valley of Nachoocha, the wild chasms and the mystic mounds of that people of Nature, are objects and immediately a large party were out in every direction scouring the country for tramps. Several men were arrested and brought in, and the boy pretended to identify one of the men; but after a thorough examination of the field about the house if was found that there were no tracks, and the people were satisfied that no tramp had done the deed. The boy subsequent ly acknowledged that he had killed the woman with the axe. At the coroner’s inquest it was shown that when the boy went into the room and saw the woman lying upon the sofa, he slipped out and got the axe and returning to the room, struck her a blow upon the head. The woman, when struck, fell off the lounge upon the floor. Realizing that he had not killed her, he proceeded to complete his work by striking her three more blows upon the head with the axe. The boy said the woman had slightly corrected him the morning before, and when he went into the room, and saw his victim sleeping, the impulse seized him to have re venge. To-day, when taken into the room, where his victim lay, he carelessly and without the least concern remarked, ‘6he looks like my mother did when she was dead.’ and spectacles for love and pride, and around which will ever be encircled the haze of tradi tion. E. Washington, June 3.—News from the Indian frontier, as reported at the war department to day, is that Gen. Sheridan telegraphs that there i3 much alarm at Benton as to the situation, condition and intentions of Sitting Bull, who is thought ready to cross the frontier again and start upon tho war path. From the upper Col umbia news comes that the Nez Perces, under Chief Moses, are anxious to begin another war. The Pelaujs Indians are in the same frame of of mind and itching for the war path. The mil itary and civil authorities are doing all they can to prevent an outbreak, and making every preparation for the protection of settlers. A dispatch from Boise City represents that three hundred Bannock Indians, after robbing a station and capturing two freight trains, fled to the Lava Beds, where there are three hundred of them in strong position, with wood, water an i grass to last them all the summer. A San Antonio special says: ‘Indians, sup posed to be from Mexico, are raiding in the western country. They have killed or captured two little sons of Mr. Colson, a sheep raiser and had a fight wifh, Colson, ‘in which one Indian was killed and several wounded* The soldiers are on the trail.” A TRAGEDY FROM POISONED BUTTER. Four Young Persous Die Immediately Mrs. Martha Maoaliter of Elk Garden Russell Co. Ya. has inaugurated a terrible tragedy iu her neighborhood by poisoning some batter she left in her dairy establishment in order to “do” for the thieves who had been robbing her dairy for some time. The poisoned butter was stolen, but instead of being eaten by the thief was sold to a family of high social standing—that of Mr. Jackson a prominent planter of the neighbor hood. Of the twelve persons who partook of it at sapper, four died in a few hours—three promising young sons of the planter and Miss Alioe Gatewood—a lovely young belle of the neighborhood who was visiting the Jackson girls. Three other partakers of the poisoned batter were dageroasly ill &t last accounts, among them a young lawyer a devoted lover of the beautiful and unfortunate Miss Gatewood. The thieves who stole and sold the butter and the lady who employed such a dangerous trick Clemens body. She died in<.tantw have not yet been arrested but certainly should stranger made off. OlemenJ wS anretodf Mre! j Chapel Hill, N. C., June 5.—An awful trag edy occurred here last night, in which John Clemens shot and killed his wife. Clemens had come from the store with a demijohn of whis key and a gallon of beer. He had one or two friends with him, and they were going to have a “? h ‘ oflt They were soon hilarious, and while they were still imbibing at the flowing bowl, a stranger knooked at the door. Clemens opened it to see who wanted to get in, and it seems that he became involved in a quarrel with the man, whoever it was. He got down a shot gun with which to kill the stranger, but as he was examining the weapon to see if it was all right, it went off, the load entering Mrs. I ; Amnno hn/iir CUa j:. j • . 0 . . Clemens leaves several bright children. W H>aarwm»a»R is T ******* *