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TWO PICTURES. before maamao e. . My Maggie, my beautiful darling. Conic into my arm*, my sweet, Lt mo fold you again to my bosom 80 clone (hat 1 can hoar your heart boat. What I the little fingers been sewing? One’a been pricked by the needle I see ; These bands shall be kept free from labor When once they are given to mo. AU mine, little pet, I will shield you From trouble and labor and care, I will robe you like some fairy princess, And jewels shall gleam In your hair; Those slippers you gave me are perfect, * That dressing gown fits to a T My darling, 1 wonder that heaven Should give such a treasure to me, Hifiht—nine—ton—-eleven 1 my precious, Time flies so when I am tritli you. It seems but a moment I’ve boon here, And now, must I say it?—Adieu 1 AFTER MARRIAGE. Oh. Meg, you are heavy—l'm tired ; Go sit in the iftcker I pray: Your weight sueius a hundred and ninety When you plump down in that sort of way, You had better be mending my coat sleeve- IVe spoken about it before— And I want to finish this novel And look over those bills from the store. This dressing gown acts liko the d~4; These slippers run down in the heel; Strange, nothing eon ever look decent; I wish you could know how they feel. What’s this bill from Morgan’s ? Why, surely, It’s not for another new dress ? Look here ! 11l be a bankrupt ere New Year, Or your store bilk will have to grow less. Eight o'clock! Meg, sew on this button A i aoon as yon finish that sleeve ; Heigh-ho! I’n. so deucedly sleepy, I u pile off to bed, I believe. THE FATAL NAME. One Christmas morning I attended ser vice in a suburban church, which was as profusely decorated, with green boughs us if Birnarn Wood had stopped in tnere ou its way to Dunsnnino. The day was a dazzling one, for tho glittering snow lit terally took the shine out of the heavens, and the variegated windows were in a blaze of glory, indeed, a flake of red light, which lodged like a damask butterfly on the haud of a stranger beside me, was the means of attracting my attention to his geueral appearance, ilia skin and hair were preternuturally white, like those of tire Albino, and ] was not long in satisfy ing myself that the whiteness of his hair was premature,' and that tears had washed the color from his cheek. For a w hile he appeared oblivious of everything about him, but he no sooner discovered Ihe red stain upou iris hand than he became fear fully agitated, and seizing my lint by mis take, left the church. My curiosity was so ezoited that I was not sorry his mistake as to tlielmt offered mo an excuse for fol ing him, ami J must say that I felt still more inquisitive on finding him nervously rubbing his hand with snow, as if for the purpose of cleaning it. I accosted him in au off-hand way, so as to restore his com l poeure, and the exc! ongc of hats was duly effected ; bat in spite of my nonchalant air, he saw that I took a deep interest in bis case, and as I turned to go he asked with an affectation of indifference, wheth er I had observed anything peculiar about his right hand. “No,” I carelessly replied, “unless yen refer to its being incarnated for a moment by the reflection from a red pane of glass." i “Was that ail lie eagerly demanded. “It lookeil to me like blood, mid 1 have 1 some reason to be nervous on that sub ject.” Ah he snil thin he wns overcome with emotion, and the muscle* of hik jaw be came ho contracted that in* could only ar ti on lute with the greatest difficult y ; ho he brought tlie interview to a close by beg giug me to cull upon him the following day, as I was just the sort of pro-son with whom be would like to talk over a matter which had distressed him for n long time. 1 had not the heart to refuse, although I hardly relished the idea of trusting my self with an utter stranger whose thoughts liad taken sneli a sanguinary turn ; and iny confidence in him was not increased by the fact that in directing me where to liud him he had been very careful not to ditnlge his name. "lly the way”—l called after him— ‘•What name shall I ask for?” But he pretended not to hear me, and hurried off faster than ever. The next day I called upon Mm, pur suant to my promise, and when lie ap- Cred in answer to my kuock, addressed i as "Mr. Andrews’’—that being the name on the door-plate. "My name ia not Andrews,” he gravely replied, “and I only wish it was, for a reason which will presently appear. Mr. Andrews and I keep bachelor’s hall here, and some might consider as a little ec centric, as we are somewhat radical in our notions, and believe all irt the ‘isms’ of the day. ” Ho then thanked me for being so punc tual, and after nsbnriug mo into the par lor, insisted on treating me to something, as the proceeding next in order. While be was absent from the room for that pur pose, I hud ample leisure to look around me, and saw ono article at least which I had subsequent reason to remember. That was a vase or urn, evidently modeled after what are known as cinerary urns, because the ancients used them for the ashes of their dead. On it was painted the Oonins of Death—not leaning as usual upon an inverted torch, but holding one aloft; while the space for inscription was ns yet blank. On the return of my host he resumed the Conversation as follows: "I was speaking a moment ago of ‘the Isms of the day.’ Do you believe in any of them ?” "I can't say that I do,” was my reply, "and I regard the majority of them as humbugs of the moetooloeeal proportions. Take Spiritualism, for example ; how can any intelligent,person put faith in that when the ghost of Dan Webster mosqui toes the Constitution of the United Htatos, and the spirit of Lindley Murray is not aware that prepositions govern the objec tive case I” The reader will perceive that I was try ing to be as cheerful as possible, and I had the satisfaction of seeing that the face of my hearer had already lost something of its pa flor. "Then,'’ said he, *‘l suppose you regard all the popular superstitions in much the same light ?” "Precisely so,” I returned, "for, in my opinion, Mack cats and red ears of corn have less to do with mundane affairs thun aomepeople imagine,” "WonM to heaven,” he fervently re joined, "that no more potent agencies than those you mention were at work in ©nr lives—’* Here he hesitated for a moment, and then added with an increasing tremor iD his voice— " You have heard of such a thing as a fatality in names ?” "Yes,” I replied, “it was once thought that anyone named Agnese was doomed to go mad ; that James was a liad name for a King of Scotland ; and all that sort of thing. As for Onomancy, or divination by the letters of a name, the luckiest names are supposed to be those in which the numeral letters amount to the highest sum.” “Well,” be said with a perceptible shud der, "my name is Lewis Lewis—do you see anything peculiar in that ?” (Sallal)rr’e independent YOL. 111. “Nothing.” I coolly answered, “except that the Christian name and surname are identical.” “And have you not heard,” he asked in husky undertone, “that the possessor of such n name is predestined to bo linng ?” “I have heard something of tlie kind,” I replied, “but I never supposed such an absurd idea could give a moment’s uneasi ness to anyone. ” “Nevertheless,” lie rejoined, “I solemn ly believe that events as much beyond my oontrol as the procession of the equinox es, will yet place the black cap upon my brow. It was once the custom to bury murderers with a stake through the heart, but mine is pierced in advance whenever I thiuk of ‘the deep damnation of tay taking off.” “But,” I reasoned, “consider the im possibility of your committing a capital crimp.” “I liove taken all that into considera tion,” he responded, “but it affords me little consolation in view of the fact that so many iunoeent persons have been the victims of circnmataDt&l evidence,” Nothing could be said to that, so I start ed off on another track by advising him to take, a sea voyage as a means of divert ing his mind. “For,” I continued, “when we once get to riding a particular hobby it soou be comes like the enchanted horse iu the Arabian Nights”—and with a lovity which wus perhaps ill timed, I added, “you have no reason to fear the perils of the deep, when the proverb assures ns that those born to bo hung can never lie drowned." “1 have never experienced ttie slightest j benefit from travel.” he replied, “for in | my mental condition I oould only look upou Spain as the country of the garrote, and upon France ns the country of the j ; uillotino, and think how a death by either instrument would be loss ignomin ious than mine, which will be the death of Jack Sheppard and Captain Kidd.” “Mr. Lewis,” said 1, “the morbid con dition you describe might, bo occasioned by as simple a tiling as dyspepsia, for 1 know a Quaker who always acts like a ruf fian after eating a Welch rabit; and what we call total depravity ta nothing more nor less than a deficiency of gastric juice. If on the other hand, your trouble is a bare matter of superstition, you ought, for the sake of consistency, to adopt the remedies which the superstitious employ in such cases. There is the medical ring, for in stance, in which they wear a hyacinth stone for sleeplessness, nil agate for eye | diseases, a jasper for dropsy, uu amethyst for inrbriety, and a coral for nervousness j and eausless fears— just the very thing yon want. But, to be serious, Mr. Lewis, j you may depend upon it that all your, ghastly apprehensions will prove to be the ; merest shadows.” "That may be,” he replied, but they are I such shadows us ‘struck mere terror to the seat of Richard i Than could the substance of ten thousand Itieh monds. ” ‘ After a little more talk to the same pur pose, our interview came to an end, and lie presented me with a token of his grati- 1 tilde in the .shape of s handsome quarto, 1 bound in Turkey morocco and illustrated : by Dore ; while I, in return, banded him t uiy city address, with the jocular assu rance that 1 would be happy to procure ! his acquittal whenever lie was placed on trial lor liis life. I returned to the city a day or two after-1 ward, and lad forgotten all about my j friend Lewis, when his spiritual adviser came to me oue morning by the early train, and brought the appalling intelli gence that lie (Lewis) hud murdered Mr. , Andrews, under circumstances of such I exceptional atrocity that threats of lynch-! ing were openly indulged in. I was so struck with amazement that it was some i moments before I could master myselt j sufficiently to ask the particulars of the | tragedy. "Well,” he began, "sevtral residents of | onr village were returning from a politi-! chl meeting late at night, when they ob- J served a tremendous volume of flame and smoke issuing from the chimney of the j house occupied by Andrews and Lewis, j No signs of life being visible, the first ! thought of the spectators was to arouso | the sleeping inmates, and with that object j in view they burst open the front door j some rushing up stairs and others down, j The latter party were met at the head of | the cellar stairs by Lewis, who wore a startled or, as some thought, a guilty look, I and made strenuous efforts to prevent any j one from descending into the cellar, i from which proceeded an odor ns of burning flesh. But, pushing him aside, ! they hurried down to see a most sickening sight. A furnace ot unique design had j cracked with the heat, exposing to view the calcined remains of poor Andrews. ! The murderer fled in the dark and at the ! time of his capture was engaged in bury- ; ing a bloody razor, ami a will by which his victim left everything to him. Of course, all lie can do now is to prepare for the gallows.” “The case certainly has a desperate look. ” I remarked, ‘ ‘but there always are two sides 1 to a story.” The clergyman looked at me as if he j doubted my sauity, and said in a caustic j wav: "The other side of the story is not j wanting, for he linn confessed the crime.” ‘’Canyon recall the precise language of that confession ?” I asked. “I can,” lie replied, “I was asking him ! whom lie wished to retain as counsel, and he said it would not be worth w hile to in terpose any defense, as he must inevita bly be linng. ” I was much encouraged to find this so called coufession was not irreconcilable with the most perfect innocence, and was simply a reiteration of his old belief that any effort to oppose his destiny would be like a nautilus coining into a coliaion with a man-of-war, “TheD he coneludcd to send for me after all?” said I. "No,” was the reply, “What brings me here is this : Shortly before hie murder, Mr. Andrews, who also belonged to my; church, deposited with me a sealed en - velope with directions to open it not less than three days after his death. That j period having elapsed, we may as well ex amine the document at ouce.” It read as follows : October H, 1874, { To Whom it May Concur* : Cremation in now an accomplished fact, and the chariot of fire in ; again called into requisition. The body of the ' wife of Bir Charles Dii ke, Member of Parliament, who died recently in London, was burned at * Dresden, in the fornaee invented by Herr Hie- [ mens. The brother-in-law of the deceased, and ! many scientific gentleman were present, and in j seventy-five minfites six pounds of ashes were; placed in an mm as all that remained of Lady j Bilfee and the caff&et. Within the past few days, cremation of the dead has bean ordered at, QUITMAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1875. Vienna, and the furnace of t) r. Tleolam baa been i teated at Breslau before) the National) Hcience I CongrtMHl. Hir Henry Thomson has shown the Hanitary of cremation, and the ltishop of Manchester has vineieated it from a religious point of Ticw. Let the work so on until death i asaoeiatdd only with the brignt blue sky and the picture urn, inatead of the dark-gome ground and the dreadful prerogative of the worm. Let it go ou until men like the historian Preaoott and tu.j novelist Bulwer are no longer tormented by the fear of premature in torrment. Let it go mi til wo no longer have rea son to imagine that every churchyard rose has once bloomed upon some cheek, and that every churchyard violet has the look of some blue eye. “Hariug been assured by the best of medical authority that I am liable to die at any moment of heart disease, I have kad a ftirnace construc ted in ray cellar something on the principle of the one for which Prof. Bruuetti, of Padua, ex hibited models at the Vienna Exposition ; and Mr. Lewis has consented to perform for me the *amo aorvlee which Lord Byron and Leigh Hunt performed for the poet Shelby by the bay of Bpczzia. '1 have written this to show that Mr. Lewis has acted with full authority from mo, and to re quest that the widest publicity be given to the facts of my case in order tnatEomething of a practical character may thereby be given to the cremation movement in America. Caleb Andrew*." “Hurrah !” I shouted, wnvitog tin* pa per above my head. "Your great murder lias literally ended in smoke, and our friend Lewis will escape the halter in spite of his name.'’ "Don’t be too certain of that,” replied the clergyman, "for, as I said before, there • is a strong disposition to lynch him, and i you know it is still the tendency of liu ; man nature to drive the nail to its head ' and to dip the sponge in the gall. At all | events, we had better make the explana | tion at once.” We were not a moment too soon. A I roaring mob led by a man whose open countenance reminded me of the mouth of ! the Mississippi had already taken Lewis j from the jail and were dragging him to ward a buttonlmll tree which stood a short j 1 distance off. But my blood was not fairly I | up to a boiling point until I saw the poor fellow pitch headlong in consequence of j stepping on a rope which had been placed I atouud liis neck. Calling on the clergyman to corroborate i my statement, 1 succeeded in convincing the majority of the crowd that they were almost as much indebted to me ns Lewis himself, for I lmd prevented them from committing one of those blunders which arc said to be worse than crimes. "But how about the bloody razor and the will ?” asked one of the most incredu- ! lons. "Lewis explained ns follows : "Mr. Andrews made me promise that i after his death I would sever his jugular vein before committing his body to the , flames,so as to prelude the possibility of his j being burned in a trance. Ou finding j that 1 was suspected of murder, f was anx- I ions to conceal what would be likely to ! afford additional grounds for that suspi-! cion.” I have done w ith Iho unpleasant part of ; my story. Mr. Lewis was set at liberty,! as a matter of course, nml found that the Andrews estate was left to him on condi- \ that lie changed his name the testator thus considerately bringing him w ithin the | net authorizing n chaugL of name on its j being shown to the court that the peti tioner will derive a pecuniary benefit from | such change. After thus getting rid of ; his "fatal name,” there is every reason to ! hope that the evening of his life will he a moonlight one. and without a cloud, ex- ; eept those roue-colored ones which help! to beautify the sunset. Elastic Religion. The inconsistences of many profesi#iig Christians are often so glaring as to be ludicrous, and perlnps the southern ne groes furnish as many and rich illustra tions as any class. Before the late war, a wealthy family in North Carolina had an old and favorite house servant named Aunt Hester. Hhe was a zealous Methodist, remarkably gif ted ill “prar.” and an exhorter of no mean repute, but was withal a big lint* and an incorrigible thief. The children of the planter had a pet turkey. Just before Christman the turkey was missing and nn investigation revealed the fact, that Aunt Heater had stolen it, and sold it at Ra leigh. Notwithstanding tins she had vehe mently denied all knowledge of the tur key, and called upon God to witness her innocence; she was of course duly punish ed in the good old “patriarchal” stylo for the theft and falsehood. When night came on she asked permission of "Missus” to go to “de meetin.” "T'o,” said her Mistress, “you cannot go to-night.” “Deed Missus,” said aunty, "I mus go to de meetin, I’se got to lead in de prar.” "Oh,Aunt Hester!” exclaimed her Mis tress. "How can you be such a hypo crite as to go to church, and exhort and pray, and pretend to be so good, after stealing arid lying as you have?” I should think you would expect that God would strike you dumb.” “Lordy, Missus,” responded Aunt Hes ter, "do you pect I'se going to gib up my bressed Jesus jess for one ole turkey hen?” What is Loveliness? It is not in pearl powder, nor in golden hairdye, nor in jewelry. It cannot be got in a bottle or a box. It is pleasant to be handsome; but all beauty is not in pretti ness. There is a higher beauty that makes us love people tenderly. Eyes, none, hair, or skin never did that yet: though it is pleasing to see fine features. What yon are will make your face ever for yon in the end, whether nature has mode it plain or pretty. Good people arc never ill-look ing. Whatever their faces may he, an amiable expression atone for all. If they can be cheerful also no one will love them the less because tlieir features are not regular, or because they are too fat, ortoo thin, or too pale or too dark. Cultiva tion of the mind adds another cliuim io their faces; and on the whole, if any girl is desirous of being liked by the many and loved by the one, it i more i% her power (ban she may lielieve to accom plish that object. Cosmetics will not accomplish it, however. Neither will fine dress, though a woman who does not dress becomingly wrongs herself. Forced smiles and affected amiability will be of no avail ; but if she can manage to feel kindly to everybody, not to he jealous, not to be cross, to be happy if possible, and to en courage contentment, then something will come into her face that w ill outlast youth's roses, and gain her not ouly a btisband, but a life-long lover. "We were married just a. month ago to day. We went to Bawston and New Yawk, and ever so many places, aßd had a per fectly gawgeous time. New Yawk’s just kiveiy '."—Returned Chicago Bride. POMEROY, THE BOY MURDERER. • Decision of the Council in Reference to the Htt.Sgirtg'- The Confession. A Boston dispatch states that the conn cil, on Friday, by it vote of five to four, authorized the Governor of Massachusetts to issue his warrant for the execution of the boy murderer, Jk-sscy Pomeroy, whoso, murder of two small children, for no cause whatever is well remembered. An im mense pressure was brought to bear on the Governor mid council by parties ill faVor of meting out to Pomeroy the full extent of the law—i. e. lifttvring—instead of com mutation of sentence bf imprisonment for life. Delegation after delegation (mothers in nearly all casea) have waited upon members of the council at their homes, offices, on the street, at the hotels while dining, and even in stores when making necessary purchases, have they been be sieged by ladies, a- |o<ui a recognized as members of the (r jCTVu.r’s council, to east their votes in favor of banging whenever liis case should come before the council for fluid disposition. TUB CONFESSION. Pomeroy was visited at the jail where lie has been confined since bis obnvietion by members of the council, who conversed with him on the subject of his climes, i They found him to be an umisuully bright and intelligent lad ; his auswors were given with promptness and decision, there ! I was no wavering or hesitation iu them, I | but light to the point. When asked how ! j many murders lie had committed his quick reply was, “Two sir.” He wns asked why lie hilled the little boy, and replied that j “lie did not k low. ” He said that “he i was standing with two others looking at j the working of a fire engine, when ho 110- i ticed a pretty looking little boy standing near, lie suddenly ask the little fellow if he wouldn’t take a walk with him, and upon consenting, he was led across marsh es a distance of at least a mile, when sud denly he felt a fluttering in his head and mechanically he took his pocket-knife from his pocket, rapidly opened it, mid stabbed, stabbed, stabbed it into bis little victim, having no consciousness of wlmt lie was doing at the time, and never that! day fully realizing wlint he had done. I That ill all the time be wns walk ng with tlie boy he did not have it in his mind to injure him, his only notion in having him with him was for companionship, and . it wns only when suddenly seized with this uncontrollable impulse that he did the deed, and it all occurred within a minute. The boy was a pretty child, and that was wlmt attracted him toward him.” THE MURDER OF THE UTTUS OIIIE. When nsked about the circumstances of his killing the little girl in South Boston, he said that ‘‘that morning his mother and I brother were away, or engaged, mat lie! was obliged to attend to the periodical j stove. Ho sat reading awhile, when a I pretty little girl, whom he had never seen j before, came in and asked for some pa- j pore. As soon es ■ .pok-, this terrible feeling all through him, with the flutter ing in his head, came over him, and he re plied: ‘They’re down in the cellar.' Un- \ suspectingly she opened the door and passed down the stairs, Pomeroy immedi ately following, drawing iiis knife ns ho went. As soon ns the bottom was reached lie placed bis left hand over her mouth, and drew her heal hack toward his shoul der, nud with the knife iu his right hand, cut her throat ; and she was dead in a minute. Not three minutes had expired from the time he first laid eyes on the little gill before she was dead. ” ANOTHER OF I'OMEROI's ATROCITIES. At one of the hearings before the coun cil there were present with their pa rents several of the little victims of his previous atrocities. Their recital of the injuries and tortures inflicted upon them by Jesse Pomeroy were startling. He met one little boy, when there was snow on the ground and the thermometer near zero, standing looking into a window ; he told him a story as to how a man wanted a btui- die carried a short distance, and as he hud a sled with him lie would give the boy a quarter if be would assist him. Consent being given, lie led this boy away some two miles to ashed, entered and made the boy strip to the skin, tied him tip, took out his knife, stuck it into each check, drawing it away looking at the point to see the blood, then caused the little fellow to don his clothing, placed him ou liis sled, and drew him to the boy’s own door and left him. Another boy lie enticed in to a boat house, climbed with him into a boat, made him strip, and then tortured him for an hour of more by sticking pins into liis flesh to the depth of from a quar ter to half inch, and this hundreds of times, threatening to kill liis victim upon the least outcry, finally releasing him and seeing him safely home. One tiling is in explicable —how did lie dare to return w ith his little victims to tlieir very doors, unless it was, as he says, that “lie didn’t know what he was dotng.” a dims NoVrtr, bbadkb. Pomeroy has been a close render of dime novels and yellow covered literature until, as one of the gentlemen stated in liis argument before the council, "his brain was turned, and Ida highest ambition was to be the Texas Jack of ,South Boston.” A backwoodsman in Boston without money or friends, was revolving in in's mind some plan whereby lie could raise the “Clink,” as be expressed it. Ho Imd never visited a city before in his life. He strolled into a shoemaker’s, where an ad vertisement, “Wanted, a first-class hoot maker,” appeared in the window, and ac costed the proprietor—"Do yon want a first-class bootmaker beie?” "That de pend* on your capacity. Have you work ed custom work?” “I reckon. You jest try me. captain; 1 liain’t skeered a bit at tryin’.” The proprietor gave bis new band a beneh and materials and btido him make a pair of ladies' shoes. Noon after he left the store on business. The man made a shoe, but such a horrible affair was it that, ashamed to show it, lie hid it in the shavings. Just as be bad complet ed the second shoe the proprietor return ed, He flew into a passion at beholding the botched shoe. "Yon confounded ras cal, so bad a shoe as that has never been made in this establishment!” he exclaim ed.— “Would von like to bet on that, stranger?” "Bet? Yes-I bet ten dollars no such Work as that was ever done in this store'” The backwoodsman Walked to the shavings, dragged forth his first shoe, and, coolly pocketing bis tea dollars, walked off, v A DAMNING AFFAIR. How an Innocent Man was Hung for Murder. (From the Atlanta fiomSftOtfwealth.] The tragic death of Judge Fish, who wns brutally assassinated at his home in Ogle thropo some three years ago, is still fresh iu the memories of many of our readers. They also remember the more terrible fate that followed quick upon the lieols of liol senbnke and Llyod, who were condemned and executed for the murder. Judge Fish, it wus nlso known, was a Republican of prominence, standing high in the confidence of the party, and bid* ding fair to be its most, popular and üblo lender in the Btutc. His death then, aside from tho moral shock to all good people, was a peculiar calamity to the party, and to avenge it Governor Bullock offered a reward of six thousand dollars for the ar rest mid conviction of the murderers. This tempting reward naturally enough excited tho cupidity in detectives, and un der the direction of the Solicitor-General, a party set to “work the case up.” How well they worked it up is also remembered. Suspicion being directed toward Holsen j bake and Lloyd, they wore arrested and placed in a room, in which the detectives i were concealed, and while there were said to have confessed to each other joint com plicity in the murder. Upon this evidence ! the wretches were condemned and execu ted. But while standing on the gallows with the terror of death staring them in the face, and the solemnity of its awful mo ment. resting on their souls, they both de nied the truth of tho detectives’story. Holsenbake confessing himself to the kill ing of Judge Fish, and Lloyd protesting his own innocence. The following are Holsenbake’e words ; Fellow-citizens, we are met here on a most solemn occasion—met here to take my life. I entreat your prayer. I ask your fervent prayer in my behalf. The fervent prayer of the righteousness avail eth much, and in praying for me you may convert your own souls. I appear before von as a criminal about to suffer all igno , minions death, but I can scarcely say that :at heart lam no criminal. 1 am about to be unjustly executed, I lmvo failed to obtain justice in tho courts of law. The laws have been illegally or unjustly execu ted. Ido not speak ns a lawyer, but suit seems to me. lam arraigned ns the prin cipal for the crime of murdering a man who has long since gone “to that bourne from whence no traveler returns.” I trust God has been merciful to him. I am the man who took his life. 1 did it when under great irritation ; I had lost my rea- Hon ; I was a monomaniac ; I lmd nothing against Colonel Fish, but 1 had heard he had desecrated the dearest affections of my heart, that ha hud violated my house hold tics and sullied the reputation of my little daughter, who, thank God, has been for months in heauen. and L trust, I shall be speedily with her. 1 do not feel as though I was thr author of this crime. Everything 1 have stated concerning my accomplice has been honestly and truth fully stated. I have been betrayed by wolves in sheep’s clothing. He then gave tlih particulars of his con- 1 feiaion to Golunel I‘. H. Farrow, late At-1 torney General of the State ; stated how it wns obtained, and said ol’ Mr. Farrow : I tell yon, fellow-citizens, he stands before God and this cnmiminity a degraded and disgraced mortal, I have nothing against him ; he has not only forfeited his word, but sacrificed his honor ; and more still he is a convicted perjurer, and the court re l cords will prove it. There is here to-day standing before mo an honorable and high minded gentleman, one who wns engaged in my defence- Colonel AV. 8. Wallace. I refer to him ; he knows what I say is true. 1 wish to God (passionately) I knew how to talk, but my language is inadequate to tell of tho murderous outrage that has been perpetrated against mo. I was deranged, ! the separation of my family from mo was j my rum. [l’ause. J My life will pay the j forfeit —I am executed wrongly—l have j failed to obtain justice; it lias all been done through prejudice ; they have suffered their prejudices to be arroused.” He thanked and complemented the prison officials that had charge of him, and closed by saying lie left the world without bearing malice against any man, and lie hoped no one had a prejudice against him. If there was lie did not know it. And this is the report of what Lloyd said : He was in his 62d year; had never had a difficulty; never had been arrested ; never paid a fine or cost ; had lived an honorable and useful life ; bad never him self, or in collusion with others, enter tained one iota of criniinul feeling against nny man. He declared that Jones, Farrow and tlnrdetective hud batched the matter up. “I swear,” said he, “that before you and my God, before whom I shall soon ap pear, lam into cent. If I had dreamed of such a thing. I would not have allowed it.” Ho said liis dentil was a conspiracy, and W. O. Jones was at the bottom of it, his blood would cry for vengeance ; and concluded : I put my blood on him for three generations, and call on God to wit ness it. Jones got, Stubbs out and exerted himself to convict, me. 1 want all of Mr. J’isli’s family to know it. I am innocent.” These protestations of iunocenc, corning as they did from the very lips of death left ia the minds of those who heard and read them, many doubts of the man Is guilt and a nameless suspicion that a foul con spiracy liad been made to sweep away the life of an innocent man, iu order to obtain tiic reward. This suspicion grew in the minds of some until it became so tangible that they determined to ferret the thing to the bottom, and when it became known tnat one of the parties, now holding rank in the United Ntates civil services, had been awarded two thousand dollars of the blood money, the clew was so direct that they had no further doubt about it, and went to work directly at the root of the matter. One of the detectives was con fronted, and, while the dying words of Lloyd was read, he confessed that it was true, and that they had “nut np the job” in order to get tlie reward. Shortly aftpr tins, this detective was killed, and liis lips were closed forever. Now his widow lias been seen, and she reluctantly confessed that her husband, while in the agony of remorse, had contested to her that he”had been a party in swearing away the life of Lloyd, and that it was all done to get the money. The fsets of the ease have been ingeni ously worked up, and the testimony in the case has been forwarded to Washington, io be laid before the department of justice, naits matter materially nffccts tho charac ter of one of its officials. Wo trust that the matter may bo ftilly investigated, not only by lie deputies at Washifigtoti, but our own State authorities should take cognisance of it, and let the parties to this most damnable of conspira cies lie brought to judgment. Those who have it in cliurge arc men of nerve and de termination, and tho public should offer thou tho hearty support of approval. [From the Atlanta Herald ] About the Grasshopper Scourge. Sfjialia, Mo., June 28, 1875. Believing that tho farmer readers of the Herald would like to know the history and truth of the great Northwestern grasshop per scourge, concerning which so much lins been printed, your correspondent, af ter remaining in St. Louis a couple of days, left that city animus rerertendi and hastened to this point, (180 miles from St. Louis, in n northwesterly direction), the great headquarters of the pestilential “hoppers.” AYhileln St, Loiita innumer able and sorrowful stories of the devasta- tion, which had been created by the in sects, wore being told at every corner, and relief measures wero being actively inau gurated for the benefit of the plagne-strcik en regions. Ou arriving at, Sedalia, wo procured a horse and buggy, mid in com pany with a friend, proceeded some twen ty miles up the country. On every liund were visible the truces of the groat scourge. The jiath we traveled resembled the path of “Sherman’s March to the Sea,” through Georgia, in 1866 —at least so far as vege tation was concerned. Immense fields of wheat, flax, corn and barley had been en tirely destroyed ; and when wo write en tirety, we mean it in tho fulleat. sense of the word. Take, as an example, a corn field of some 680 acres, just five smiles from Hedalla, on the Holden dirt rond, and yon have a fair sample of the destruc tive work of the celebrated army of grass hoppers. When they invaded his field, its proprietor told us his corn would aver age a height of 10 inches. The “attack” had been made just four days prior to our visit, and yesterday a diligent search over this vast field ol 600 acres failed to disclose a single stem or Vestige of corn. Six miles, further on, we came to a field of flax, ami here the grasshoppers wero in full force, eating away. They had been at work about twelvo hours iu tho “patch” and to-day it was bare and bleak as the desert of Sahara. These tides may sound pretty big down in Georgia, lint they are true. For a space of fifty miles square not a sprout of flax, not a stalk of wheat, not a shoot of corn, not vegetable of any des cription in tho gardens has been left. In some places they have stripped tho tender trees in the forest, of their foliage. They are particularly fond of corn, but then favorite “dish” seems to bo “onions.” A friend tried an experiment in our pres ence, He pulled up nn onion top, snv fmtr inches long, and n half dozen stalks of corn and threw into a “tub” of grasshop pers. In fifteen minutes time we emptied the tub, white lherd were portions of the young corn left, not a vestige of the onion top was to be seen. Various stories, of course, Were told about their ravages, but the above we saw and know (o be true. ( hio old gentleman, who was very much excited, told us “he had been a member of the Baptist church forty years, and he would bed dif they hadn’t ate the pal* ing around his garden down and earned off the iron gate hinges.” Another one declared that they had eaten his plow and hoe handles off Now, “Specks” don’t vouch for this garden and plow-handle Btory, still they are told. Of course the devices to keep the army away are various. Ditches about twelve inches deep and two feet wide have been dug Vertically and have proved some service. Immense bon fires have doubtless destroyed millions of them, but seemingly Du re are as “many millions more.” The grasshopper (hat is the dam age is mi exact fnc simile of your common field hopper. The grand headquarters of the insect arc on the high, dry plateaus of New Mexico and Arizona, and the South ern foot hills of the Hooky Mountains. In these localities you can always find them. In some seasons they multiply with aston ishing rapidity, and become too numer ous to subsist. Then, as they hate done this year, they swarm like bees, afid mi grate to other fields and pastures green. Seemingly they follow up no rule of emi gration, but go with the wind. They fly until they become weary, and then drop down to rest and eat. They do not all go at once,nor to the same place. They be come separated after starting, but whether you sec the grand array, or a detachment, they are ns the sands of the sea, myriads of millions. At Warrensburg wo saw an army of them approaching. In tlie dis tanee they looked like a light cloud rapid ly riding on the Wind, and under the blaz ing fiomiday sun they glitter like snow flakes, expanding from about fifty feet off the ground to the height of a half mile. When they arc directly over head they east a perfect shadow on the earth. When they drop down to food everything green is instantaneously covered, and the earth looks grayish-green and dismal. They have stopped two trains on the Missouri Pacific Road, tlie wheels crushing them in such numbers as to make oil or grease, which nil the sand to be bad wont help. They eat everything except ponehtree leaves, sorghum and broom corn. Wheat or oats when tho straw is tender and green, are devoured in a few hours. While eat ing they scramble and crowed each other like hungry pigs. They are very fond of potatoes, beans and cabbage, but as I said before, onions are tlieir “anchovy.” Usually they remain about three days in a place, if the weather is warm and the sky clear, but if raining or a little chilly, they “stay the weather out,” rolling themselves up in great balls, which are apparently lifeless, until the warm sun comes out, when they unroll and fly away. They vary in size, from the liny to the giant [kipper, according to age. Within the past week they are leaving Misiouri and seem lo be striking out for more northerly climes. The destruction they have caused in this State alone will aggregate hundreds of thousands, yen millions of dollars. The poorer class of people having noth ing in the world to Jive on, except What they receive as "charity. ” A great deal of replanting has been done, but even up here it is Very fate for (hat, I have Iftttst given yon a faithful and cor rect history of the Missouri grasshopper. If there are any farmers in Georgia who want to leave her rich soil, halmy climate, and coming prosperity, then commend them to a perusal ol wnatl saw Id Missouri. Bpeoks. In General. Cheap drapery—tho curtains of the flight, The best pocket companion —• full purse. Cupid's arithmetic - One find oue make one. AVig makers h#to ffh-hde among scalp ing Indians. MioaWbef, always Wafting for something to turn np, never thought of a plow. The return of the hydrophobia season suggests tho semiring np of sheet iron punts. “Borrow as yon go” is popular, but bor row all yens can and then go" is more so. An lown editor lias branded his contem porary ns a "niaftgy dog -a diogrncu to his own fleas.” “My face is rugged, but I*m Wealthy) will you have me?” said lie. “Yes indeed, it's very knotty, but il’a nice', said she. "Would you like to smoke upon your deathbed?'* is the last argument addressed by an anti-tobacco man to cirnsuners of the weed. NO. 11. A woman nearly killed n man In Toledo for calling her a "training arlmtus.” Slid said she wasn't going to let anybody drag her into this scandal, l’ublie sentiment heartily sustains her. Miss Kellogg gives a season of English opera at Booth’s Theatre this fall, when some it f Hnlfe’s lea°t often heard porduc tions will be sung. "liemmo die now” grfispeil nn Ohio farmer. “Fro lived to see a Woman git thirty-one yards of doth into ono dress, and I’m ready to pnll stakes now.” Phil Sheridan’s bride is nearly half-*- head taller than he. But he counterbalance!* this advantage by keeping his hair cut short.— Bfoohyn, Argus. “Why, Jennie, you look good rfiougoto Cfit,"said a loting husband to .liis wife one morning at breakfast. “Well, I’m eating as fast ns I can, ain’t I?” "Ifyou want fun,” remarked old Smilax, leaning titet the gate and working the gravel with his bare toes, “you onghter see my wife dig Inters when she’s tearin’ mad.” A. D. 2000. Scene before a cremation undertaker’s shop.—Small boy—“l say, sir, i* dad done yet? If he is, please put him in this 'ere tin kittle. AVaiter (to old gent at restaurant), —Take any pastry sir? Old Gent (to wai tor).- -“Yes, tiring me a pancake; will it bn long? AAOiiter. —No, sir; round.” “There’s no sunset in heaven,” says rt noted divine. We’ll go-further than that. There’s no getting up of ulghts to draw tho baby’s legs buck under the cover. Henry ward Beecher said that if any college should put two D's after his name, he nnenth! feel inclined to put a dash be tween them and send them back. Mr. Marrowfat, nitber snappishly re marked to Ins wife, last Sunday, t'bnt man can’t always bo thinking of liis im mortal soul. He mtlst have time to eat his meals. Challenging lawyer to a colored jury man In Clinton, La:'-—“Do you know what n verdict is?” “No. safe.” “Did yon over see one?" "No, sail.” 1 nebber was ut a show in inv life.” Mother. —“ Now, Gerty, be a good girl, and give Aunt Julia n kiss, and sny good iiigfit..” tjerty —“No, no! if I kiss her she'll box my ears, like she did papa's, last night.” Tableau. One of the meanest little things on earth is to throw n small watermelon and hit a political spenkar in the pit of the etomach, just na ho is explaining the Dred Scott decision, “I say,” said n fellow to a fop with con spicuous how legs, “don’t yon have to have your pantaloons ent with a scroll saw ?”' The Milwaukee man Who tied his dog to a wagon wheel to learn him to boa coach dog, is disgusted with the whole business. “Her hand tttts fits first to reach and drag The bottle from Ihc shelf— ‘lt is your curse, John dear,’ she said, And drank it up herself.” Fifteen years ago a Washington gentle man scratched liis /ne' on a gold dollar and sent it on its travels. He lias never seen it since, "What catties after T?” asked a teacher of a small pupil who Was learning the al phalret. lie received the bewildering re ply, "U -to ate ’Liza,” “Mike have you settled that affair with Lewis yet?” “Yes, he. kicked me off the stoop last Week, and since that he has stup ed bothering We,” An old edition of Morse’s georgraphy says: “Albany has 400 dwelling houses, 2,400 inhabitants, nil standing with tlieir gable-ends to the street.” "I’m not much for shtump spakin’,’' declared a candidate at Dubuque, “but for honesty and capacity and integrity, I bate the divil—so 1 do. A western farmer says, if you paiut your fence-posts with boiled linseed oil mixed with pulverized charcoal, you noranobody else will live to see those funce-posts rot. Rev. Gent,—"But you really can have any serious reason to wish to be parted from your wife” Rustic —"Well, no, sir. I like my wife well enough, but, you see, she don’t please mother.” A young man iu Lancaster sent a dollar to a firm in New York, who advertised a receipt to prevent bad dreams. He receiv ed a small slip of paper, on which was printed, "Don’t go to sleep.” A wretched poet, having road to Boilenu a poem iu which the letter G did not occur, asked him lmw it might bo further im proved. Boilenu replied: ‘lf all tlie oth er letters were taken out of it.” The cattail of onr swnuips is highly es teemed insorne countries as au article of food. In southern Russia, the young shoots are tied up like asparagus, and sold iu the market. When boiled and seasoned with salt and spiec,theeattaili pronounced delicious. The cat and dog f)d other household pets may carry contagious matter iu their hair. Circulating libraries also often spread diease, while instances are on record where the common house-fly has gone over to the neighbors and taken the measles along with it. Coffee-drinkers are threatened with hard times by a blight ou the coffee plunt in Ceylon. Jt shows itself in the dearth of the foliage, while the berry is also reduced. Like that of the lemon groves of Europe, the trouble probably comes from exhaus tion. I’iu ’em back, ladies; pin ’etn buck J Don’t be ridiculed ot of a darling fashion, even if it did originate among the flemi mode of Paris. Pin ’em back ; draw them tight and tighter, Nit side-wiso, resent impertinent stares—in short just have your own sweet way ns usual. We ean stand it if you ean. Pin ’em back ! — Rem Orleans Bulletin. “You run this paper, Jo yon ?” said a sad faced mun, as he lugged a cowhide into a western edito i J room. “I’ve liven want ing to see the biggest liar in Missouri for some time, an’ now—oh, now 1” And then the editor got np and tumbled him down on top of a olothing sign on the first floor, and when on with an article on the re sources of the eoentvy