Litchfield enquirer., 1861-04-18

l ty to another dog of Scottish extraction, with out impairing the ordinary relish of the anima for his usual meals. To the Sunday papers, fo the gorgeous richness of details and pre- Raph aelite delicacy of touches, owe debt unde the Burton-in-Trent business and, on Mon day morning, when my Indian warrior and his brother arrived to take me to the country. found I could actually crawl, walking beautiful ly, with only suppressed gasps and spasms. Blu the learned judge was changing. Attwo o'clocl my domestic warrior enters with news that tn, jury had retired. At five o'clock, my Indian warrior returns with word that Mir. William Rudd had been found guilty, and that Scetcl dog had been justly discredted, and Dr. Aka iiy's terrier eloriously vindicated. The express | leaves at half past eight-the cab waits at tht door. This time was not more than half ar hour reaching it. We drove as is customary al funerals, and yet these poor bones of the ossii ed man, how they cracked and pierced me, as though some one was striving savagely to snar them across his knee! Every stone that paves the court of Euston-square station was at stab We were in time, with fifteen minutes to spare | It was painful business the extrication ot the ossifed man and living skeleton, but it wa; done under cover ofnight. Wrapped in an enor nous horseman's cloak of large folds, my pool swelled arms and wrists swathed in bandages With warm travelling-cap drawn we'll over my eyes and ears, walked in the centre and leant painfully for support on my two warrior sons- The Indian. with his tall martial figure end coal black beard of which I was justly proud, held me tightly on one side, the domestic fighting lad propped me on the other. In this order we emerged on the platform, into the long lines of lamps, and trundling trucks, and flying porters and the general hully-bury waiting on derart ing expresses.
 What crowd?" says the Indian warrior.- A crowd indeed, expectant, noisy, but respect. able. with many policemen battling with them and keeping them hack by persuasion and pres sure As we get near the carriages, a curious murmur burst out we are in an instant press ed on, hustled, and surrounded by hundred faces, peering at us with strange curosity- There he is .'-' There lie is'-" Yes, that's him " CThis was the ungranmatical interiec- tlon.) No, it isn't !"-" Keep back' "Let me ee"'-" Who is it?" But policemen fight them off desperately, and we stand in sort of ring at frst-cass carriage. .'What does it mean ?' the Indian warrior says doubtfully- knew what it all meant. There, beside mo stood the brave but modest hero of Bundelcund who had fought his way into the citadel, and through murderous fire carried out the three European ladies on his crupper. His fame had travelled before him. Heroes were dear and scarce in those days. The coal black beard, the little decoration of the Griffin at his buttonhole had betrayed the secret. My voice trembled as whispered, Ny brave boy!"
 A kind of superior policeman, a tightly but toned ofllclal now came up and said to him;
 "'i'he governor sent word you were not com ing En;il the next tsain'
 hnl sent no message of thc kind, Eut foUnl lie did not aiiuie to me-
 " H hat governor?' asked my son.
 " Colonel Cranktr. I don't know what to dc Tn sure. lou had better put him in here suppose
 i thought this tone little contemptuous, but the unworthy feeling was all swallowed up ir the high compliment to my son. The conduc of the high military authorities was coasileratt indee;'. The behavior of the mob, toward my self personally Was diseraceful-I happened te slip, entering the carriage. and was greeted witl roar ot laughter lnerningled with groans ait l heard low coarse re ,arls about the way car rled my poor swathed hands under my cloak distinctly heard one rutfian use the wore handcuffs''
 "Of course, you'd wish this compartment al to yourself?" the official went on, locking the door smartly. Another graceful compliment tt my brave boy.
 ",'y no means l said, hastily. "Thank yor very much, but like company Well" he said, taking no notice of my re mark, what shall you do?'
 :" Leave the door open, of course,' said my son, as he wishes it.
 ''Oh, just as you like," the official said, "yor know best of course, then went away; ant coming again.) said, carelessly, the Wan vii meet you at Stratford, eh? ?"
 q have not heard,' said, doubtfully, over powered at this Eew attention ;" supposed it. all right.
 'Isay' the official says again, not needing m, as before, is the Wan to meet you at Strat ford?
 | believe sol hope so,' my brave boy an swered, confidently. Then the other went hi way.
 do believe that the English, when gratifyin! their curosity, are the worst-behaved people il the world The conduct of the passengers trst-class passengers-on this occasion, defe description. 1 could allow much for generou enthusiasm towards one who had fought ant bled for his country: but it was pushed to tn verge of ill-manners; it was brutal, I sat as have mentioned, in the centre, wrapped in m cloak, with son on each side Persons crowd ed at the window, stared their fill, and then gay, place to others gentlemen, under spacious pre- text of taking place there, brought in thei bags and packages. sat few moments with eye riveted on my person. then withdrew hurredly A demure lady entered presently, took out he yellow railway volume and began to read uncons cious of who sat near her. A gentleman sa down beside her and whispered saw her star as she looked at us and again thrill of prid passed through me. He was telling her the In dian episode.
 Let us go out she said, rising T grow sick Let us get into the fresh air again. And, gath ering up her skirts, she passed out hastily.
 Extraordinary young person! Why shoul, she grow sick ? It struck me at the time tha her mind must have been affected. It was alto gether very fattering, but getting uncomforta ble
 An old gentleman in bright waisteoat, lean ing his chin on stick, placed himself in tn seat exactly opposite to my son, and, leanin. over, whispered to him, hoarsely: Well, now it's over, it was long business and weary one!
 My brave boy looked down confused he is a modest as girl.
 We did our best he said, smiling, and pull ed through somehow
 sYou had poor chance from the beginning always said so,' the old gentleman went on.
 Perhaps so,' said my son, but the enem was too strong for us to do muchF
 sThere was fair trial,' said the other, frin up, land 8 jury of the British nation. Wha more would you ask?'
 T would have risked my life thousan times said my son, with generous warmth to have brought away the body of the poo