The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1880-01-01

state in which the curtains remained.
When I aWQke I found Sir Tristram had
gone ownNtairs. arose, and having
put on my clothes, went into the gallery
adjoining the apartment and took from
thence a long broom, with which I
pulled down, though not without a
great effort, the curtains, as I imagined
their extraordinary condition would
occasion many inquiries, which wished
to avoid. then went to my bureau,
locked up my pocket-book, and took out
a piece Of black ribbon which I bound
round my wrist. When1I came down
the agitation of my mind had left an
impression on my countenance too WIS.,
sible not to be remarked by Sir IRIS
tram; he instantly observed my con-
fusion and asked the cause. I assured
him that was quite we'll, but informed
him that Lord Tyrone was now no more,
for that he had died the preceding
Thursday at the hour of 4; at the same
time I entreated him to drop all
inquiries concerning the black ribbon.
He desisted ever after from further
questions on the subject. You, my
son, as has been foretold, afterwards
brought into the world, and little
more than four years after your birth,
your ever-lamented father expired in
my arms. Alas! have this day heard
from indisputable authority that I have
lain under mistake hitherto with re-
gard to my age, and that am but AZ
to-day. OF the near approach of my
death, therefore, I have not the least
doubt, but I do not dread it's arrival,
armed with the sacred principles of
Christianity. I can meet the king of
terrors without dismay and without a
tear bid adeu to the regions of mortal
ity forever! When I am dead I wish
that you, Lady Riverston, would un-
bind my wrist and let my son with
yourself behold it."
Lady Beresford here ceased for some
time.
An hour passed and all was silent in
her room. In about half an hour more
q bell rang violently. They flew to the
apartment; but before they reached the
door they heard the servants exclaim,
"Oh, she is dead; my mistress is dead!'
Lady Inversion then desired the SER
wants to quit the room. She approached
the bed with Lady Beresford's son.
They knelt down by the side of the
corpse, and Lady Riverston then lifted
up her hand, unbound the ribbon and
found her wrist exactly in the state
which Lady Beresford had described
its sineWs shrunk up and eyerv nerve
withered.
Lady Beresford's son, Sir March,
Beresford, as had been predicted, on
growing up to manhood, married Lord
Tyrone's daughter and heiress, Lady
Katharine La Poer. In due course of
time he was created Earl of Tyrone,
and his son was afterwards created Mar
quis of Waterford. The pocket-book
and ribbon worn by the unhappy Lady
Beresford were long in the possession
of Lady Betty Oobbe, by whom the
above story was constantly related, and
who, together with the other members
Of the Beresford family, now the3repre.
sentat1ves of the Ear1s :of Tyrone, will
be ready ever to attest its facts. Lady
Elizabeth Cobbe, it may be- added, was
the youngest daughter of Marcus, Earl
of Tyrone and sister of the first Mar
quis; she married in 1851 Thomas
Cobbe, Esq, Of Newbridge, county Dub
lin, and died at an advanced age at
Bath, in 1906.
There was formerly an oil painting OF
the heroine of this story in Tyrone
House at Dublin, representing her with
q black ribbon tied around her wrist,
but this was lost in the transmission OF
the contents of that mansion to Cur
rahmore, Lord Waterford's seat in the
south of Ireland. It may be added
that the lady was not, as generally
stated, cousin of her husband, but the
younger daughter of Hugh, Lord Gler-
awley; that she was born in 1866 and
married Sir Tristram in 1857. 1t was
at the house of his sister, who had mar
ried Sir J. MacGill, now the seat of in
heritance of the Earl of Clanwilliam,
that the mysterious circumstance above
related is said to have occurred, and
the very room in which the appearance
took place is still shown to visitors. DR..
King, the Archbishop of Dublin, who
was her most intimate personal friend.
had the lady buried in @he Earl OF
Cork's tomb III st. Patrick's Cathedral,
Dublin, where she still lies:
A RATHER novel proceeding has oc-
CURED in q Philadelphia court concern
ing the custody of 6.year-old colored
girl, the offspring of Edward Moore and
Emma Gould. Some time ago, it ap-
pears, the mother was sent to prison for
felony, and confded toa mulatto woman
named Lydia Ann Thompson the
custody of the child. The putative
father subsequently claimed the child,
as Lydia Ann was not rearing it proper