The Sun.
London, England, 1865-12-29 00:00:00

Letter from Mrs. Lincoln.

Mr. Carpenter, the artist, who has been publishing in
the Independent his personal recollections of President
Lincoln, gives in his last contribution the following extra&
of a letter from Mrs. Lincoln :

" Truly," writes Mrs. Lincoln, "no sorrow has been
like unto mine. lam as broken-hearted over this over-
whelming affliction as when the terrible tragedy first oc-
curred, and, of course, realise it far more. I have lost the
most loving and devoted of husbands, and my dear boys
the best father that sons were ever blessed with. Until
God's love shall place me by his side again,' I shall know
no peace, or alleviation of my grief. Knowing him as you
did, I am sure you can pardon and appreciate a wife's great
sorrow over so untimely a loss.

" How I wish you could have been with my dear hus-
band the last three weeks of his life. Having a realising
sense that the unnatural rebellion was near its close, and
being most of the time away from Washington, where he
had passed through such conflicts of mind during the last
four years —feeling so encouraged, he freely gave vent to
his cheerfulness. Down the Potomac, he was almost
boyish in his mirth, and reminded me of his original
nature, as I remembered him in our own home, free from
care, surrounded by those he loved.
"That terrible Friday, I never saw him so supre-
mely cheerful. His manner was even playful. At three
o'clock he drove cut with me in the open carriage. In
starting, I asked him if any o..te should accompany us ?
He immediately replied No, I prefer to ride by our-
selves to-day.' During the drive ho was so gay that I
said to him, laughingly, 'Dear husband, you almost startle
me by your great cheerfulness.' He replied, And well
may I feel so, Mary, for I consider this day the war has
come to a close,' and then added, We must both be more
cheerful in the future. Between the war and the loss of
our darling Willie we have been very miserable.' Every
word he then uttered is deeply engraved on my poor,
broken heart. In the evening his mind was fixed upon
having some relaxation.

"I firmly believe that if he had remained in the White

House on that night of darkness, when the fiends pre-
vailed, he would have been horribly cut to pieces. Those
fiends had too long contemplated this inhuman murder to
have allowed him to escape."

TRIAL AND CONVICTION FOR MURDRR AT GLAS-
GOW.—At the Circuit Court of Justiciary, Glasgow,
on Wednesday, John Jamieson was charged with murder-
ing Isabella M'Kinnon, or Gallagher, in that city, on the
30th of September last. The prisoner is a hamcurer, awl
is forty years of age, and the victim of the shocking crime
was a widow, aged forty-five years. The parties had oc-
casionally cohabited together, and on the afternoon in
question they had, accompanied by other two men, been
drinking in a spirit shop in the city. While they were
thus passing their time a quarrel arose, and Jamieson, in-
censed, it is believed, by a spirit of jealousy respecting the
woman, proceeded to his lodgings a short distance off,
and having procured a razor, ho returned to the public-
house. Shortly afterwards, in the presence of the two
men, he rose as if to embrace his paramour, but in doing
so he rapidly drew the razor across the left side of the
neck of the poor woman, the frightful gash commencing
At the spinal column, and extending to the windpipe, the
dreadful act being perpetrated before it was possible to
check the man in his mad design. Blood, of course,
flowed copiously, and death ensued in a few minutes.
Jamieson, on seeing what he had done, coolly said—
"Bella, I loved you, and will die for you." The fellow
was apprehended the same evening, and on being after-
wards charged with the murder of WKinnon, he stated
that ho should die happy, knowing she was dead. The
prisoner afterwards attempted to commit suicide, but was
deterred from completing the perpetration of the rash act.
The facts of the murder having been deposed to in evi-
dence, the jury returned a verdict of guilty, and sentence
of death was passed upon the prisoner.

SHOCKING DEATH OF A POACHER.—An inquest
was held in Morley, near Leeds, on Tuesday, be-
fore Mr. Jewison, coroner, on the body of Thomas Hirst,
of that village. It was elicited that the deceased, who had
been serving a term of three months' imprisonment in
Wakefield House of Correction for poaching, was return-
ing home from gaol, and had been indulging his penchant
for shooting, when he met with his death. As he neared
home he put his gun in the inner pockets of his shooting-
coat (having previously separated stock from barrel), and
walked forward with a friend. The barrel was loaded and
capped. On approaching his home a large lurcher dog,
which belonged to the deceased, espied him, and Jumped
up at his breast fawningly, and the dog's caresses by some
means caused the barrel to fall to the ground, and as the
cap struck the pavement, the piece was discharged, and
the deceased wounded in a most shocking manner in the
lower part of his person. The unfortunate man was car-
ried home, and surgical aid called in, but he died in a few
hours. The jury found that the occurrence had been ac-
cidental, and returned a verdict to that effect.
EXTRAORDINARY TROTTING MATCH FOR £lOO.
Yesterday a match which excited considerable inte-
rest among the elite of the trotting world, in which Mr.
Wright undertook to drive his mare Peggy sixteen miles
within an hour for £5O aside, was decided over four miles
of level road near Croydon. Preliminaries arranged, the
start was made at a strong pace, the mare sailed over two
miles in eight minutes and four seconds, and turned four
miles in sixteen minutes and two seconds, and made back
to the starting point, which was reached in fifteen minutes
and six seconds, and completed half the distance (eight
miles) in thirty-one minutes and eight seconds, and again
started quite fresh on her journey, finishing the next four
miles in fourteen minutes and thirty seconds, and turned
for the goal. The mare was now pulling hard at the reins,
and her driver, who had judiciously reserved the mare for
the finish, gave Peggy her head, and she knocked off the
next three miles in ton minutes and thirty-one seconds,
and having nearly four minutes foi the last mile the driver
considered winning "a perfect moral," brought his mare
in at ease and won by nineteen seconds, accomplishing
16 miles of road in fifty-nine minutes and forty-ono

seconds.
A shepherd boy named Millon, only 12 years of
age, a foundling from the hospital of Marseilles,
was tried last week by the Court of Assizes of the
Basses-Alpes on a charge of having, at St. Etienne,
on 10th November last, murdered, by blows with a
stick, another shepherd boy named Boniface, two
years his junior, for the sake of recovering a
two-sous piece which he had given to the latter to
mind his sheep while he played with some other
boys. The evidence having established that the
prisoner had committed the crime, well knowing
what he was about, the jury found him guilty of
murder with discernment, and the Court—applying
the law relative to murder committed under such
circumstances by boys under 15 years of age—con-
demned him to 12 years' imprisonment.