Southern shield., 1850-08-17
The Demon Bride,

hlS last letters cOpleS lne report when ap- peared in the True Delta, of the case of Patrick Markey, who was attempted to be murdered some nights since in the neigh borhood of ADnunciation square, by pour ing molten lead into his ear, and says:
 "This reminds me of singular incident tilg.t occurred, within ny own knowledge, some years ago, in Virginia. Col T., gentleman of great responsibility, and fre- quenty high sheriff and representative of the county, died, leaving wife and several children, among them very beautiful daughter, about fifteen years of age. The widow, finding herself embarrassed, open ed boarding house at the county site, and among her boarders was a Mr. w., a veal thy merchant, over forty years, but a very fine looking man. This gentleman was the prop and stay of the family; gave employ ment to the sons, educated the daughter at a fashionable academy" and, very natur- ally, on her return, fell desperately in love with her, when he should have preferred the mother. He pressed his suit with per severance, but the beautiful Mildred resist ed his appeals, and the importunities of all her friends. Finally, however after two years of assiduty and delicate gallantry on the part of MT. w., and the combined tears, entreaties, threats and persuasion of her family, the fair girl reluctantly stood before the altar and became his wife. The next evening q large party was given them, but in the midst of it Mr. W. being attacked with vertigo and sick headache, was com peled to withdrew. His young wife hung over him in the silent watches of the night, apparently in deep distress, and insisted on giving him potion; she poured out wine glass full of laudanum, and he swallowed fl unconscious of its nature. II acted as an emetic, but left him stupid and wandering, His senses reeled. One moment he lay mo- tionless as if on the brink of the spirit world, and the next he would leap up convulsiyely, strong man in his agony. Mrs. W. de- nied all admission into the chamber, At length he fell into a deep sleep. She then stopped for moment over the mouldering pproached the bed--gazed at her sleeping husband--and, holding a heated
 adle in her hand, attempted 10 pour 6 stream of melted lead in his ear! She trembled, and the hissing liquid intended 10 scald the brain, and thus kill without a trace, fell upon his cheek. He shrieked in excrutating torture, and the jewellers, in the adjoining saloon, rushed into the cham Der: There writhed the still stupid hus- band, the lead rivetted deep into his cheek, and there stood the fend wife, her bridal fIlets yet upon her brow, the instrument of death in her hand, and an empty vial, labelled laudanum, layingon the floor The fearful realities of the case flashed upon ev- cry one, and, in the confusion of the mo- ment, she was hurried away, and taken 10 a distant State. On searching the apart ment an old magazine was found containing the confession of woman, who had mur- dered five husbands by pouring lead into their ears The Iaudanum and the lead, it was ascertained, she procured from the store of Mt. W. few days before the mar riage. The grandjury next morning found a true bill against the fugitive, and the Ie- gislature, being in session, forthwith de- creed an absolute divorce. What renders this case more extraordinary is, that Miss T. was proverbial for the blandness of he manners, and uniform sweetness of disposi- ton. She was blonde. The rose leaf tinted her lily cheek, as a sunbeam gows on snow. Her blue eyes were indescrbably sweet, and her golden hair foated round form more perfect and voluptuous than ever Apelles dreamed of, or Petrarch sung. The sequel of this romance is yet more singular. Years rolled away, and w continued Wretched and solitary man. But the spell of the enchantress was still upon his soul. He closed his stores, sold his estates, col lected his ample means, and traced her 10 her distant retreat, 10 make new offer of his hand! She had just married gentle man of high standing, acquainted with all the details of her career, shuddering at the tragedy, but incapable of resisting her charms. Poor W.!--Then, indeed, did the iron enter his soul. "The deadly arrow quvered in his side" His early love-his huctuatlng courtship--his marriage and the catastrophe-the fight-the divorce-his years ot misery--the new birth of his pas sion-and now his disappointment, final and torever--came crushing over him like an iceberg in the tide Of bitter memories, and he prayed for death Whether this prayer was granted, know not. He may yet wander, broken-hearted, over the earth If he be dead, more wretched, yet purer and nober spirit never winged its flight to heaven.
 DP Here is rather a neat epigram on pale faced wife-Read it, all who are to- perously inclined:
 Why is it that on Emma $ cheek
 The lily blooms and not the rose!
 Because the rose has gone to seek
 place upon her husbands nose.