Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-04-30

in the spacious parlor looking
over the morning papers, when
a cautious step was heard, and
and on turning, he met the
scowling gaze Of Richard Ray
man pointing a derringer at his
head, and in another moment
the report of the pistol was
heard, and the words, God
help me, rang through the
rooms; which brought a crowd
to witness the scene there pre-
sented, and from which the
coolest heart could not forbear
to shudder. Poor Harry! COW
cred in blood, snd'dying by the
hand of an assassin, who claim
ed no other ground for his cow
ardly act, than to wound the
feelings Of a woman he had
once protested to love. There
the monster stood, his eyes
glaring like fire-his teeth
grinning a CHASTITY smile, as if
pleased that the life of a man
was in his power-grasping the
derringer tightly, as if ready to
spring on another victim. :
There he stood, until an officer
arrested him; and the once
proud Richard was ordered to
the city Jail, to remain, till
called before a court of justice,
to answer to the charge brought
against him.
After the usual preliminaries
a messenger was dispatched to
bear the sad intelligence to
Clynton Green-Alas! what a
terrible stroke to the fond ones,
who had promised themselves
a bright future in the society
of one so noble and good, thus
to have him torn from their en-
brace, by such a ruthless foe
All yes! SAD s0 eF
Fresh in my mind the uncheery scenes
arise, s
Each groan again hearl each piercing
Each lsnguid look ! ssel the dawn OF
And the sad beatings of the deatb~bel
How slow and solemn, in my frightened
ear. @-.
But poor Lottie! what Of her?
She was the last Of all the
loved ones to unfold the sad
story to-but when it was told,
she raised her pure eyes to
heaven, as Il ia inplore the aid
n n,,asss9aAanae aTS -asl0pine
her to the fatal stroke which
she had so much feared-and
then like a frail flower, touch
ed by a heavy blast, she faded,
and dropped into an imperoep-
tible state, from which she was
not aroused for several hou S.
On the third day after the as
sassination, the which day was
to have bound into the holy
bonds of wedlock -4 +
''Tgo hearts that beat as one,"
might have been seen the SOL
emn procession Of a funeral
moving slowly from Clynton
Green, to the old family bury
ing ground, where score of
old remembered faces had been
consigned, TO rest from their
labors. Among the chief mour-
ners was seen the pale face of
Lottie Glenwood resting on the
arm Of Percy Clynton, shroud-
ed in the habiliments Of grief.
The old Clergymen led the
way through that consecrated
place, which had grown over
with grass and just behind
came the corpse, which was
soon deposited in its narrow
cell, and then a spadeful of
earth falls with the solemn
words, Dust, thou art, and I'M
to dust thou shalt return
What a solemn scene! the sad
dest of all ourllfe, which hides
forever our loved ones, in the
dark confines Of the tomb.
Lottie's was an afliction too
deep for medicine or physicians
to heal, but then she felt that
it was ordained by that Father
who doeth all things we'll, and
though sinking under the
heavy weight of grief, she lent
on an everlasting arm for sup
port. Many were the friends
who called to mingle their
tears with hers. and offer a