The Express.
London, England, 1863-12-14 00:00:00

HAYMARKET.

THIS Evranro, A GAME OF SPECULATION. Mews CS*.
pcn.t.!e, Farrrn, Rogers, Clark. sad C. Matti/mi.': Mrs. K Hire
—THE GOLDN.N FLEECE. Mr. C. Matherri.—COOL Al
A CUCUMBER. Mr. C. Ilathawa—MY 'WeII:ANUS GHOSP.

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RErTAWNIA.

grams. THE CHI EV. —Mr. J. Taylor and Woe.
Pleoa.—after which Tom King. the Champion of England, with
his second. Boa Tyler. will appear on the stage —THE GAUT
GROOT UTlCT.—Coaciadiag with THE &HILL

HIGH WAS= AT LONDON BRIDAL
Tim DAT Morning. Mi. 411.
toolonaow Morning. 41i .Alfirsnes. btu 23ni.

LONDON, MONDAY, DEMMER 14.

THE story of CAROLERS ELIZABETH GOOD•
WIN and Geouoa VICTOR TOWNLIY, which
has occupied Baron MAITIN and a jury at
Derby for two dap, is not likely to be
soon forgotten by those who heard it. Love
affairs are as common as the toothache, and the
world has agreed to regard the agonies in either
case in much the same light. The fate of this
miserable rejected lover may perhaps convince the
cynical syrens of the ball-room of this at least,
that there are human affections which cannot be
trilled with, and that there are wrongs
Of the heart which it is impossible to re-
dress. For four years this sensitive youth
was the affianced lover of Miss Goonwlrr. He
was poor, and as he said himself, "shad match ;"
but he was skilled in languages and in music, and
evidently desperately in love with the young lady,
who had promised to be his wife. If he had un-
derstood the world he would have known that sin-
cere mutual attachment is no reason why any two
human beings should be allowed to unite them-
selves by the bonds of matrimony. And if he
had been a man of strong mind, he would
have been prepared to receive the an-
nouncement that the match was to be broken off,
and would at once have looked about for another
victim. But unhappily he was cast in a different
mould. As his mother said, he was a man of
" deep feeling." His whole soul was absorbed in
lots for Miss GOODWIN, and the torrent of his
passion bore him on to the fatal catastrophe which
ended in her death.

It is impossible to read the letters which this
di►tracted youth addressed to Miss GOODWIN on
the match being broken off without being
touched. "My dearest Bessie,—Dearest you will
" always be to me. To say that I am not horribly
" cut np would be a lie ; but at any rate you know
" that lam not the man to stand in your way. I
" answer nothing to your last letter, except that
" I wish to hear from your own lips what your
" wishes are, and I will accept them. . . . Before
" I go I wish to see yon once again and for the last
" time, though GOD knows what misery it gives me
"to say so. You will admit my desire to see you
" is but natural. Say in your next where you will
" meet me." And again :—" I am ill sad
" thoroughly upset, and I do not wonder you are.
" We shall both be happier and better in mind as
" well as in body after this our last inter-
" view." To these appeals the young lady
replied imploring bim not to come ; but
yet even in her refusal there can be discerned
a tone of lingering affection and regret. " I
"do not wish," she says, "to see you if it can
" possibly be avoided, and indeed there is no
" chance now, so we had better end this state of
" suspense at once, and say good-bye without see-
" ing each other. I feel sure I could not stand
" the meeting." But TOWNLEY was resolved to me
her, and be went to Wigwell Grange, where the
young lady lived with her grandfather, Captain
Gooey:in, an old man of 80. There he saw
her. He ut with her in the library—he walked
with her in the grounds—he talked with
her on a seat in the plantation, and at last he was
seen, apparently bidding farewell to her, in the
turnpike road close to the house. To paint the
conflict of passion which must have raged within
him during this interview might form a worthy
theme for a French dramatist, for within a
few minutes he had plunged the knife into her
neck ; he had left her alone, and she was stagger-
ing home. But he could not leave her. Scarce
sixty yards had he gone before he returned to
the labourer who was supporting her in his arms.
With a strange inconsistency he strove to staunch
the bleeding wound. " I am the man who did it,"
be exclaimed, " and I shall be hanged for it.
" Poor Brrsv ! Poor Brier ! Yon should not
" have proved false to me,"—end then bending
down over her lifeless body he kissed
her. She was carried into her grand-
father's kitchen and Lid on the floor; whilst
the old man took Towinsr's arm, and led him'
into the drawing-room to tea. The tragedy was
over, The constable cametTowistrv, after admit-
ting that he knew the nature of the charge, said
to him " I will go with you quietly, only let me
" see her first." TOWNLEY then took the knife,
wet with blood, out of his pocket, and gave it to the
constable. " I then took him," mid the officer,
" into the kitchen, he looked steadfastly at the
" body, but he did not speak."

Here is a man of fitful, feveriph, tremulously