Sunday dispatch. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1845-1854, 1852-03-28

the Justice Of the Peace, the correctness Of
the register and the truth and legality of
your marriage with my sister What say
you now? Where is your boasting The
warrant has been issued against you, the
officer is ready to seize you, and your penalty
for your crime must now be paid"
Richards remained stupi6ed and dumb. His
eyes, as if dead to anything like coherant
expression, wandered restessly from one to
another, and he who could gaze into their
depths and read the meaning there, might
read the characters written in the waves, or
on the hurrying and racking clouds Of tho
wintery sky. The young men were amazed,
and changed significant glances
g say again what / said before" Arthur
observed, "that could feel for your con-
dition if you could feel for yourself but you
seemed to act with so much bravsdo, aud to
think so little Of your crime, that my heart
was steeled against you Whnt Charles JEFF
son has done you cannot blame him for doing !;
AMI now il cannot be undons. Ny sister" +"
and here he became affected can you
see no more as her husband, at least / think
30 What Harriet may do, know NOT II
she appears against you, your destiny is
sealed and if not, where can you hide your
head? :"
Richards replied not, and his eyes rolled
as vacantly and wildly as before. Still his
lips we're seen to move, and his voice was
heard muttering -''5unk, sunk, low in the
river, poor fellow, poor fellow" It was evil
dent that his mind was wandering, and that
while Burslem was speaking, he was vaguely
thinking upon the death Of Greasewell. At
this juncture a coach drove up to the gate of
the factory where hundreds had by this time
assembled, and two ladies, closely veiled,
but weeping, passed into the yard. They
wore Harriet and Frances the welded wives
of Richards. No impediment was made to
their entrance into the counting house, the
brothers indeed, thinking that their presence
might stimulate him to speak, or give some
indication Of his reason being still entire
But they were mistaken.
"If you can speak, Heury," cried Frances,
in gush Of returning tenderness, .'why
keep sllence'"
Still he answered not, but continued TO ut
ter incoherent sentences about Greasewell's 8
fate, and what be called his funeral at sea
by starlight, and with the flash of pistol
for torch
'Henry Richards, what means this ?"
asked Harriet, seeing in a moment that his
reason was overturned. 80 my God, my
God and is it indeed my work Henry,
Henry" she continued, shaking him by the
arms, but all in vain, 81 and Frances have
come to meet you, if possible, before you
proceed with any law to tell you that we
would not upon any consideration, proceed
or appear against him. In that respect find
we are too late Our decision is vain Fran
ces, speak to him again, and try to move
him."
But all attempts were in vain. The Off
Ger Creswick now entered, TO see whether or
not fresh face could fix his attention and
arouse his dormant reason but this was al
vain. at last, as if suddenly moved by
some inward spring, he started from the wall
against which he had been reclining, and
stretching out his arms, walked into the We
ry middle Of the room, shrieking ont, 81
come come come p and then fell back
ward in strong epileptiO fit, babbling,
hopeless idiot.
In a private asylum in Manchester he may
stiH be seen-tnis possessor of thousands
talking vaguely over past events, and con-
founding occurrences, but unable, though
etill fondly continuing to mutter their names
60 distinguish his wives from other visitors
when they appear His property admins
tered by competent trustees, has been Sc
cured to his son when of ago, for Frances
Bcrslem, his second wife, has son, while
sha herself lives upon handsome jointure
l2o~riet dwalls at home with ber parents
AMI both wives, though living apart, are ex-
cscdingly friendly, and frequently visit their
husband in company.
THE END.