Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-07-20

lee ing, the crush of emotions that filled
the heart ofpoor Charles, as he bent over
the body of his murdered wife. No word
escaped him, no sigh, no tear drop started,
but his bosm heaved quickly, his lip quiv.
cred, and his eye rolled wildly, and with
demoniac glare. He seemed as though
his every faculty of mind was intent upon
one word which should speak the fullness
ofhis misery and desperation, and his lips
struggled 10 give it utterance. AT length
it came, "Vengeance" and he started al
the hoarse, unearthIy tones of his own
voice. 'Vangeancep and the dark winds
swept away the echo as it formed. Yen.
gedncep and his wild and solemn vow
stood eternally recorded.
All that night he watched by the bodies
ofhis wife and child.-and the next morn.
ing buried them with his own hands.
swearing over their graves, bitterly to
avenge them.
AS he was returning from melancholy
task, he found lying upon the grass near
near the door large hunting knife still
red with blood. y pom the haft was car
vedIn rude characters the name CHARLES
SMITH,
This Smith was violent and cruel Tory
partisan "a companion of the notorious
Vanbuskirk) who, with company of out.
casts like himself, ami a few negroes.
made frequent incursions into the upper
counties OF New Jersey. and notorious for
their cruel and barbarous treatment ofthe
patriotic females.
Years ago, when the wife of Forman
was quite young, he professor an attach.
ment for her, which she by no means
encouraged, an offer of his hand was as
might have been expected, refused. Even
then he swore she should have cause to
regent 1t, and still nourshing a deadly
hatred he took advantage of the absence
of her husband, and paying visit with
his troops, to Hackensack, with his own
hand had dealt the blows which deprived
both mother and child of life.
This knife. EXCLAIMED Charles as he
glared upon its rocking blade, this knife,
which has rendered my life blank, and
utterly darkened my future, shall yet
drink thy hearts blood, inhuman mon.
ster! And after carefully wiping the blade
he placed it in his belt, and entered his
desolate home.
For more than an hour he sat in silent
agony, the big drops coursing down his
haggard cheeks, as he bfooded over his
wrongs and dreamed of vengeance. Then
starting suddenly to his feet, he cast one
last, long, lingering look upon each ia
miliar object. and rushing from his house,
vowing as he shot the bolt never to return
while Smith lived to murder and destroy.
A week had passed; twas midnight,
and from a small house, situated on the
verge of wood, about mile to the East
ward of White Plains. their issued shouts
ofbosterious revery, interrupted only by
occasional snatches of some rude buccha
nalian song.
Smith and his men were indulging in
their accustomed nightly debauch, after
having returned from successful expe-
dition. Near the house stood Charles
Forman, leaning upon fence, carefully
marking the progress of this drunken par.
ty; his dark eye flashing fearfllly, as the
constant hanging of glasses was heard,
and his teeth gnashing with rage as the
dying cadence of a drinking song came
npon his ear. Suddenly he aroused him
self, and clutching the fatal knife, he NOV.
ed towards the house. Pausing moment
at the Threshold, TO collect his strength, he
burst the door, and stood confronting with
his foe.
'Vengeancer he shouted, and ere the
half drunken wretches could stay hand, he
seized the Tory leader, and dashed him
to the 1oor-'IhiS!' cried he. plunging
his knife in his bosom. for my murdered
wife. and this, plunging it still deeper. for
my innocent babe! Haste with your
gully soul TO the father of lies, and tell
him that widowed husband made child
less by thy hand has sent thee too deser.
we'd torments!'
Then rushing upon the affrighted Tories
he plunged his knife lndiscriminately into
those who were nearest him, until over
powered by numbers, he fell dead upon
the floor, muttering between his teeth,
Sarah and 'Vengeance!'
Cry OF MExIco.-An Albany paper
has description OF this far famed CITY,
which for richness and grandeur has no
parallel in the New World, and very few
in the Old:
The situation of the city is the most
picturesque imaginable, occupying the
bottom of valley containing sixteen
hundred square miles. the whole surround.
ed by battlement of mountains ranging
from two to ten thousand feet in height.
In the centre of this vast oval basin is
lake, or rather chain of lakes. through
the midst of which the road passes for
about eighteen miles on a raised cAse.
way, and over which any army will have
to feel lis way with artillery. The city