Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-10-03

the gun. His father, however, went
into the yard, and requested him to
give him the gun, but he refused, uu.
less he would shoot him with it-his
father told him he would not do that.
but would put the gun where it ought
to be. He still refused, and said if be
was not shot he would be hung. His
father finding he could not get the gun
from him, walked into the house to the
aid of young Thistle. In few min.
utes after, the report ola gun was heard
outside the house, and upon going out
the Doctor was found lying on the
ground lifelcss, the load ofthe gun hav.
ing entered his left breast. The man.
ner in which he effected his purpose.
as related by his little daughter, who
was the only person who witnessed
the deed, was, by placing the butt end
of the gun on the fence, and holding
the muzzle against his breast with one
hand, with the other, with long stick.
he pushed back the trigger. Verdict
Of the jury, that he came to his death
by shooting himself.
DIR. Swearingen has left an amiabls
wife and three young children. Mr..
Thistle is now lying atthe house of his
grandfather, Maj. ]. Fl. Bayard, of
this town; there are hopes Of his reco.
very, but we learn that his physician
still considers it doubtful whether he
can survive the injury he has received.
Mr.. Thistle is younger brother Of
the lawyer Of that name, and not tho
lawyer as stated in some Of the papers.
He had just returned from New York,
where he had resided for the last two
or three years.-Cumb. Cirihan.
Mari tge ErtrGordiaary.-The New
Y. Commercial Advertiser, of Thurs.
day, relates an instance of peculiar
good fortune for an Indian. We pro.
coed to copy the substance Of the story.
GA bout two years ago, an Indian of
the Chippewa Internationally said
to have been a man Of some rank in
his tribe, but now a Missionary of the
Methodist Church, among his red bre.
thren-was sent to England, to obtain
pecuniary aid for the Indian mission
cause in Upper Canada. What was
his native cognomen-whether it was
the cred Lightning" or the "Storm
King" or "Walk -in-the- w ater,"-ws
know not; but in plain English, he 10
known as Mr.. Peter Jones.
"Mr. Peter Jones was not only a
Missionary from the wilderness-and,
as we doubt not, pious and useful
man among his own people,-but he
was bona fde lndian-and he was of
course made lion Of in London. He
was Toasted by the rich and the great.
"Among others who perchance may
have thought of "kings, barbaric pearls
and gold" was the charming daughter
Of "a gentleman Of Lambeth, of wealth
and responsibility.
"Peter wooed the young lady, and
prevailed in the end; to make long
story short, a meeting was agreed upon,
to take place the present season in this
city, with view Of marriage.
son Tuesday morning of last week,
beautiful young lady, with fair form,
grace in her step and heaven in her
eye'-stept on shore from the elegant
packet ship United States. She was
attended by two clerical friends Of high
respectability-who, by the way,
were no frien Is of her romantic enter.
prise. She waited with Impotence for
her princely lover to the end Of the
week-but he came not. Still she
doubted not his faith, and as the result
proved, she had no need to doubt. For
on Sunday morning Peter Jones' arriv.
) ed, and presented himself at the side Of
his mistress! The meeting was affec.
tomato, though becoming.
immediate marriage was resolved
on. On Sunday evening, we went into
the John Street Church, and found the
wedding going on. A stronger con.
trast was never seen. She all in white,
and adorned with the sweetest simpli.
city. Her face as white as the gloves
and dress she wore-rendering her Q.
bon trGsscs, placed Ia Madonna on
her fair forehead, still darker. He in
rather common attire-a tall, dark.
h gh boned, muscular Indian. She, a
little delicate European lady. He, .
hardy, iron framed son of the forest.
"The sweet creature is now on her
way to the wilds of Upper Canada--the
Indians Bride.
"The die is now cast, and the late
comedy and accomplished Miss F*'F,
of London, is now the wife of Mr.. Pc.
ter Jones, If the Chippewas. But that
she is deluded, and knows nothing OF
the life she is to encounter, there can
be no doubt. AS evidence of this, she