The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1870-06-16

short, thick-set with black, bushy beard and
moustaches, closely cut round. His face was
CHASTITY pale, and he like man who had not
slept for several days. He leaned over the
dock and listened, apparently without emo
ton to the circumstantial relation of the posi-
ton in which the several victims were dis
covered, with the marks each bore
A fresh horror is added to this shocking
massacre by the clues which are coming in
every dav, and which at present appear to
uoint to the conclusion that the supposed
murderer is no one else than MarshalTs own
brother. returned from Australia. Every
cine seems to point to this dreadful fact The
man now in custody has passed under many
names, sometimes merely as the tramp
Jack. sometimes as Jones, as Jenkins and
as Owen. When first arrested he gave the
name of Mackenzie, but said he did not
want it known, as he had respectable friends
in the country A brother of Marshall be-
lieved to be the man in custody, was sent to
Australia IS years ago with the consent of
the murdered man, as a reprobate OF whom
there was little chance in England. The man
in custody only came out of Reading Jail on
the Saturday week previous to the murders.
He had been committed for two months for
stealing stockings at l'Xbridge; yet the first
thing he did when he came out was to return
to Uxbridge. While In the tramps' lodging
house he spoke freely about his going to see
brother whom he had not seen for many
wears. and who was a smith living at Cheap
Side. Denham. This is significant, as Cheap
side happens to be the little local name ofthe
very spot where the murdered family lived
and have lived for the last twenty years.
The man in custody always said he was 60
| mo to see his brother the Smith, though he
never mentioned his name, but there was but
one smith at Denham, and he lived at the lit
tie part of the road known to a few as Cheap
side If he turns out to be Marshalfs broth
er, he will have attained a pinnacle of inta-
nv which few even of the most desperate
murderers ever reach, for he will have slain
not only his neces and sistcr-in-law but his
own mother, brother and sister
O1.G ANGELS. 1t will be very pleasant
ard good that every man in this church sue
ceed in his calling. 1t is indispensable that
the very hardness and hndrance that rise up
to appal him shall by his right determine
ton, turn to mnistering angels. And can
hardly trust myself to say what angels come
| in the saddest places of our life-in the sick
room, by the death-bed, in the shadows of a
sore disappointment, in the hope deferred
that maketh the heart sick, in the very dun
geons of despair. We shrink and shudder
and say, Il shall 60 down to the grave
mourning" But some morning, all at once,
we bethink us of a little key called promise
and it opens the dungeon door, and we creep
out, blinking sadly, into the sun. But there
is the sun, sure enough, and we had thought
he would never shine again; and here are
the green pastures, and there the shining riv-
or. And men and women look at us with 4
new tenderness, because our lot has been so
!
again; and, while we would shrink and
shudder Just as much next time. we cannot
but discover how in our very griefs, there
were hidden angels reaching up to hide,
within the dark experience, some treasures
| of patience or trust we could never have pos
| sessed, had the angels only descended on us,
and our life been one long JOY.
And I know, when | say all this, that |
speak to common experience through the
whole range of this angelhood. | think we
do not begin to realize rs we ought, what min
istries cluster round our life, to aid us il be.
ing what we may be-angcls, every one,
thick about us every day. bearing us in their
hands, and lifting us up when we are fallen.
Their faces gladden. us when we do WELL
and grow very sad at us when we sin. Aye,
and in some way those that we speak Of and
think of as in heaven, love us still with all the
new love of heaven forever so, because
they love us still, we are still one. our souls
are in theirs, and they in ours. We touch
hands IN the spirit, and the light that is not
the light of the sun covers and enfods us all.
Robert Collyer.
A dispatch from Liverpool, says, ''the tide
of emigration to America is increasing. No
less than twentyone thousand emigrants,
mainly Irish left this city for various parts
during the month of May Nne-tenths of
them went to New York" This Is the result
of the ''force bil' recently passed by Parlia
ment for the arrest and Imprisonment of
persons charged with Fenianism.
The Manchester Mirror tells Of COW in
that city which climbed up stairs into the hay
loft, and her owner hunted all over town at-
ter her, but finally found her chewing the
cud of contented fancy on the hay. She had
to be lowered down and installed in her pro-
per place. We knew of Il large black COW in
Newburyport, few years since, that used to
wall nm u hard fl pht of ST oirc after bay, nd