The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1870-08-26
ROMANCE AND REALITY.
The HunchbacIk of NOtre Dame ans
the Boy Murderer Of Boston.

In Victor Hugo's romance Of Notre
Dame, there occurs a thrilling descrip-
ton of a scene that ensues after Quas-
imodo has hurled Claude FrolIo from
| the great tower. The miserable priest
has caught hold of some projections a
| fewfeet from the top. He can by no
possibility draw himself up, and his
fall is therefore only question of time.
An abyss OF $50 feet deep yaWns below
him, while above, leaning over the
parapet and gazing on his victim with
impassive malignity, is the avenging
| Hunchback. BY stretching forth his
hand he could save his enemy from his
| impending fate but QuasimOdO calmly
rests his chin on his palms, and with
eyes fastened on Claude FrOllOis des-
pairing face, waits for him to become
exhausted and then fall. The situa-
ton is one of the most awful and i'm.
pressiYe that can be imagined. and the
reader willingly believes that only in
fiction can such an incident be pOssi-
BILE.
And yet a very similar scene occur
red in real life, near Boston, this week
the difference consisting in the cir
cumstance that whereas the implicable
Hunchback is depicted as revenging
the wrongs of the being dearest to him
on earth, his Boston imitatOr seemed to
have had no motive for his crime eX-
cept sheer cruelty. Further investiga-
ton may modify this aspect % the af-
fair, but, as at present related, no in
centiYe whatever is sappaeent, save
that which might be~eserIved from a
brutal disposition. It seems that. as
the City Marshal of CharlestoWn Was
crossing City Point bridge, aceempa-
MED by a patrolman, he was accOsted
by some boys, who said that a friend
of theirs had just been drowned. The
officers procured graphing irons, drag
ged the water in the spot pointed out,
and soon succeeded in recovering the
body of youth of eleven years Of age,
named Eastman, the only son of one
of the officials of the State prison. The
body was quite inanimate when found,
and while efforts were being made to
restore life, the companions of the dead
child narrated the circumstances of his
death. They declared that a man
named Edward Conners, whom they
pointed out, and who, while they were
telling their story, was quietly stack
ing lumber on an adjoining wharf in
full view, had seized and thrown young
Eastman into the water. Some of
their number appealed to him piteous-
ly to save the boy as he could not
swim but the inhuman wretch, deaf
to their entreaties, coolly watched the
struggling child until he had sunk for
the third time, and then, saying it was
too late to save him, returned calmly
to his work. We recollect in the an
nails Of crime scarcely any parallel to
this. Plunder, vengeance, sudden and
furious passion, have furnished Occas-
IN for homicides innumerable; but
the deliberate drowning of fellow
creature by way of diversion, or for
purposes of mere speculative curiosity,
has had, we believe, unless it be in Da-
honey, or some similar community, no
recorded precedent. The murderer has
been held to bail in $1,000 bonds for
Do not be over persuaded to marry a
man you can never respect-I do not
say LOUe because, think, if you res
pect q person before marriage, mOder-
ate love at least will come after; and,
as to intense passion, convinced /
that is no desirable feeling. In the
first place, it seldom or never meets
with a requital; and in the second
place, if it did, the feeling would be
only temporary. 1t would last the hon
and then, perhaps, give place
to disgust. Cestainly this would be
the case on the Man's part; and on the
help her, if she is left
to love passionately and alone. 1 am
tOIerably well Ronvinced that shall
never marry at all. Reason tells me
so, and 1Ssfn not so utterly the slave of
feeling but that can OccasiOnly hear
her voice.-FrOnl Charlotte BrOnte'S
Letters IN .TtsLly Hours at Home.