Year: 1878

two of them yet too young to rea
lie the terrible calamity that has
befallen them they may perhaps
never hear their mothers name
again, OF if they do, it will come to
them blackened and scared and
covered with the pail of shame
From the man who committed this
fearful crime, his children, shrink
even in death. In week you may
seek him in Potters Field, among
the unnamed dead, for the wife of
his bosom and the children of his
love want no marble record in the
village church-yard that such a
wretch has ever been. The mur-
der was evidently predetermined,
for, having lured the unfortunate
woman to his den, he crushed her
skull with an iron stove-lifter and
then literally cut her to pieces.
Having accomplished this, he then
killed himself, which, all things
considered, was the best thing he
could do. The day after tomorrow
the whole affair will be forgotten,
unless by the families immediately
concerned, and the tide Of our busy
life will still sweep on. :.


On Wednesday last, al the Lea
vit Art Rooms, a sale took place
which recalls for the moment. one
who is rapidly passing from our
minds. The pictures which were
once the property Of. William, G.
Gilman, the pious forger Of Wall
street, were brought beneath the
auctioneer's hammer reason as you
will, sage moralist, it was not with
out a pang for this repentant thief
that [ heard the glib auctioneer's
cry, 'going, going, gone!" Each
time that his hammer fell some
treasured household god was dashed
to pieces. These souvenirs were
the last fragments Of a once happy:
home. Some Of the pictures were
OF rare taste and exquisite beauty.
Many Of them had been purchased
abroad, and I can well imagine the
pride of the young wife as each
new gem was added to her beauti-
full collection. Their idols are
broken, now their household gods
are scattered, and, the home he left
behind he shall enter nevermore.
Mrs. Gilman has partially recovered
from the terrible shock of her hus-
bands fall. She has LETT the mad
house to which they took her, and
last week it is said she visited her
husband in Auburn prison. The
love is to be treasured that sur
wives such calamity and shame, and
I trust that somehow or somewhere,
here or hereafter, she will receive
her reward. =.
Those who were seeking the Lord
last week have failed to find him,
and the beautiful Widow Hicks
still hides her light under a bushel.
Some people appear to think that
the gay Lothario and his Doxie
escaped from" New York in a bal
loon. It is also currently reported
that they were forwarded to Bos-
ton by telephone, but this 7 do not
belie7e-the old man measures
sixty-two inches on the outside Of
his vest, and as far as heard from
they have not yet made any tele-
phones Of that size. So, you see,
he could not have gone by tele-
phone. Then the widow herself is
no chicken; her dress-maker in
formed me that her corsets are
ffty-one and a half, and this you
know is not. slender, even for q
widow. Now ask yourself what
kind of telephone could take in a
pair like that. The thing is ab-
surd ; it could not be done so I
am satisfied that the telephone story
is vile canard, got up with will


full intent to deceive.


Brooklyn comes to the front with
a new sensation in the shape of a
boy murderer; but strange to re


late, the youthful assassin whose
ageis only fourteen, bears most
excellent character, having recently
carried off a gold medal as the
highest prize os his school. It is
true that be had endured insult
and aggravation from the boy that
he finally stabbed; but the fact OF
his having a murderous knife in his
possession which might have made
part of the arsenal Of a highway
man, argues i'll for the training Of
those good little boys who carry off