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0!i Kate!" siü a merry voice, -Tdpa j idies and conquests. But with all her triumph in again;being admired, and fhe has just received a letter from cousin ; iaults. Kite had many redrrming traits ' el t a stranger, deeper pleasure in Charles Charles, announcing ths pleasing Uc: j l(.r n;,iure was warm and impulsiv?, spite ' society than she had ever felt in that of that he will b here in a week, to spend j Gf her scepticism. She was generous to ! any other. She was too mucl? accustomall the bright summer with us. Don't a fault, and words of sorrow never fell ! ed to homae to regard it: but this even-

you rejoice with us. for hs used to be a unheeded on her compassionate ear, when! ingshe was flushed and excited, Ehe knew iivorite with you as well as mys.-lf, in J sjie fcit tj,t tu.y ere not feigned. ' not w hy. our childhood d tys. Yoars have elapsed j Btffüre j pr0cced in siy story, let rr.e ! When Amy entered her sister's apartsince the,, and perhaps he is as much; .p a Lriof sketcl, uf Charles Cleve- I meat, to bid her good night, she passed changed in heart as he must be in person, j u Hfe he h u, beefl ,t.fl an her arra gently around her, and whispered I don't anticipate that, however, but! . ,,,, ,.,.,1.1,.- Tr lUmilinn wfis'softlr. "Kate do vou lore vour cousin

think of him as the cousin Charles of oth er d ivs. And he will be such a pleasant udiitiou to our little ho;ne circle. The lailv addressed raised hr head, end looked s:niliuS!y at tha lotely speaker, and when she hid finished remarked " ii!v: N nv, that you l.ave ended your tissue of golden memories. I will tell you that I am la 1 that h; u coming. It will el evate, in s.Jine degree, this dull monolo--ny; for there is some danger of these old wood, with th?ir ceas-jless Wdilin-;, giving one thj horrors before t'12 end of this lon wearis.uni summer."' 0h Ktte! dj not call it wailing it is tot a fit tarn) to apply to t!i"e mjetic old trees. I call it the gentle sighing oi trie Dree3!4 as 11 Kisses trit roving j branches of the prou 1 forest monarch. 1 caninlulge in such pleasant reveries, nninterrupted can recall so vividly the happy days of our childhood, when we a ft a c I t r ar fin la r? x r I d I 4 I . 1 1 r 1 . I - , t 1 I . .1 ,,! lr. -ate paths, i u loved it thn. as we. I I,f , , , I it note" she continued s lly. "Our beloved parents are with us it is ourtenr our childhood s horns, so fraught withi pleasmt memories. Vv'e are surrounded by everything that can constitute, happiness. How can vou wcarv of it. 1 iuv. 0 cr could." "I love my parents as well as von do, ! A:m but 1 must con ess. my little com?trv sis-.er. that a ball room, theatre, and other city scenes are more in accordance with my taste, than roaming like a lovesick dams.1! among these old woods. Did I indulge iu day dreani3 as you do, I believe I would die of ennui rt seems to mi there must be some hurried somewhere :; whit you cal' ' Sri f ze." r . l . i convent pths; and ling of the .iting their e no pleasure es per n; in captivity, or its consequences, I avoid it as much a possible while you, with your gintler nature, love such scenes, in the romantic hope of affording relief. So I 3rn afraid," she said, lapping her sister's cheek lightly, "that we are compel, led to tread different piths. I am sorry our tastes are not more congenial, but as nature has endowed us with different attributes, we must e'en submit to our fate. 15ut when did you cay that Chirles Cleveland would be here? He give promise of mach beauty and intellect in boyhood. If n -it ii re has fulfilled that promise, he must be very handsome," she said thoughtfully, as if speaking more to herself than to her sister. Amy looked at her earnestly for a few minutes, and then she stole her arm quietly around her neck, as if to rouse her from the thoughts that the read too well. Let me paint them as they stood thus on that bright summer evening, ere sorrow had come, with crushing weight, to dim the g!oriou3 beauly of one, and the soft etherial loveliness of the other. The sisters were alike in nature; but Amy's slight form seemed very girlish beside Kate's beautifully developed figure. They were very similar too, iu features, but very dissimilar in expression. Kate's clear, brunette complexion, and magnificent raven tresses, formed a beautiful contrast to Amy's fair skin and dark brown ringlets, that hid that peculiar wave which caught the light in ripples. Amy's large, brown eyes were soft and gentle as the whole expression of her face: while from Kite's brilliant black orbs Hashed the proud consciousness of her surpassing beauty. Kate and Amy Hamilton wer the only children of wealthy and indulgent parents. Kate was twenty and her sister was two

am.-c--.T..-.f-'-- Min m II irtTMi ! years vnuncer, at the time our story com t mpiw-p I'nr these reasons Kate had j been the belle. She was courted and ailiuiiv. " ' mired vrry many had towed at her 'shrine with the well founded hope of re - cinrotttl affection, but were disappointed. As yet, she was in "Maiden meditation. fancy, free." lut the secret of all thse disappointments was, that our heroine ' was u "flirt." She was a sceptic in love, ; believed il all innination, fancy 1 anr thins f 'se but the holy feeling it was. She ioved iul mi ration, and sought it regardlcss of the misery she was inflicting, i onm-uy, perchance tru heurts. I ne gentle Amy remonstrated with tears, but ' she laughed lightly at her f-ars, and still n. . hp . h ,, pih ..A Hinein . Shf. wna v i ; -u"s,L,UU! U1 poucr, unu mriucu f with iron sway, but with smiles, and j words. The two preceding summers had ; bpn ... watpr;cr ,,aM but this

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CUUJiiiCi il JiU iillt IUII J(lliUllll,i T bwiv his daughters h- liid brought them to "Love Lawn" to rusticate. Amy thank - I cl him warmly. Kate was silent, because ; she loved not solitude, but was as dutiful ! and affectionate to controvert the wishes of her parents. But she longed for the ! flight of ti.ne. that shi- miht renew her his mother's brother, and was left h;s sole iiuT Han; veil and faithfully had he discharged the trust reposed in him. Mr. r.Irlnnd tn when hi? son was vet 8 j Mr5 c.nv(u, i inured a j few yeais, but she never lifted up her i head in iov a&in. for she was fondly at - 1 . tached to her husband, and rejoiced "when her summons came," for she felt that, by her onlv and dearly beloved brother, her son would be cared for. He. was with her iu her last ilin?ss. and promised when the damp dews of death stood on that palj loved fite, that he would love and protect her orphan bov as his own. Af - ter his siiter wjs Uidia the film; tomb, ' he took the sorrowing bov to his own home. Chorles was then but ten. Tlie little Amy had numbered four bright Summers, but when her cousin curae. she would sit beside him for hours, with her soft arms entwining his neck, gentl striving to win him from his , .? ii-,. thoughts and hitter tears. sorrowful At last she succeeded. IIa would follow her submissively, but Amy was now wayward, she merely sought to alleviate 1,13 Sric". 10 shotv hcr rower- Kate j loo lovetl lier cousin, but she was often ! w ai,d capricious and wounded when slie meant it not. At such times he would shrink from her and seek the sociel' ül n,s r,1"re cö"ßl'",a Pa)maie. Ijui ! soon Charles' shyness wore o0, & he heroii . i i i t i . ... ically styled himself his cousin's protect or, and learned not to fear Kate's railery, but Amy was still hi3 favorite. Years passed away and the time came when he must leave home for college. He was

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..... i i when the parting hour came, but none sorrowed as the little Amy. For Wi eks her once light footstep was slow and measured, but this could not last, and Amy was herself again, for she cou'.d still think f. 1 1 t f I c? rultirn T f O Vlnl nroilii Ia.'I IM IUII1 Ul III- IVIUMli 11(111 LllillU'llCU ...,... r.i ii it with the fitst honors of Hie college, and for three vears had been travelling in Europe. Seven years had pissed away the boy had grown to manhood, the girls to woman-hood. In a few days they were to meet again; can you wonder then that these three hearts beat with untold emotions. Amy almost counted the hours until his arrival; her thoughts run of his dwelling on the happy, but shadowy past. She loved to picture lo herself their happy unconstrained meeting. The day of Charles' expected arrival came at last. Amy was with her parents awaiting his arrival, it was me solt hour of twilight, the hour she loved best. Soon her i in pa tit nt ear was gratified by hearing the carriage wheels; she looked out ant! catching a glimpse of his tall magnificent form as he jumped hurriedly from the carnage, instead of running to meet him as she intended, fled precipitately; "Oh Kate? he has come." she cried, bursting into her sister's room almost breathless. "Then what are you doing here." said Kate, laughingly, "why did you not go out to meet him? ' "0!i! I couhl not, because he took-J so different from what he used to do," fhe said i.i a disappointed tone. Why Lilly girl, exclaimed her eiste:, "did you imagine hu would look cs wher you parttd! t cornel tv.ll go w:. you now, so low ; be alarmed, and drawing Amy's arm through her on, the beautiful sisters entered the roo.n to welcome home their long absent cousin. When they entered Charles started

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Tr"MVmriTlll,ilT'Mli,nTiftl1i'irl''IM-"-CTMn" - J at the vision of loveliness that met his rare, hut rismar rrAre v hp sainted them in 1 r,as an affectionate brother would have j done, and leading them to the sofa, took ' his seat between them, and talkpd gaily, ! feelingly of their past. Kate's brilliant ; black eyes were raised boldly to his, as if , she? sought to dazzle him by their beauty. j und well he felt their poweras ihe exert ed all the fascination she was mistress of. ' to gratify. nut Amy s sou ryes were uowncasi, and Cliarles womlerpJ at the change that j had come over his sweet cousin, and rali l-' he? spnut it: but she answered cayly. ; "I am not changed, and will be myself '. to-morrow," and raising to her room she ! nsl.Prl hr r ?p! f 1 h ra si f this Biirl-lnn - ..iwiijü. "I have nevf r felt this in the j presence of another," she said, for Amy, though gentle, was ever graceful and self- - nossessil. vi 4iV II IUI- CISillO C'lltlllW their chamhers that niaht hovr different rere their i feelings. Amy's joy at her cousin's re - ! turn, was mingled" with fear. She had marked her lister's manner durine the ev ening, and she feared for her coubiu's , happiness; for it now occurred to her that Kate could truly love. Kate ftlt a proud Charles; j started slightly, her cheek crimj sone.i as she asked Amy's meaning. ,He is your cousin, and you loved him I in childhood." she answered. "In answer to your first reason. I must 1 ask if ties of blood necessarily constitute ties of affection? and to the second, it does not go to prove that what we love i in childhood, ne must cling to in mature years, asm illustration these fruit trees : of yours." j "But Kate, my sister, in memory of our j childhood days, in memory of the love ! you once cherished for Charles, I ask you j now to spare him. jcu know yout bfaui; a your power, uo not exert it men ior Iiis misery, he seems so formed for :;a opiness," she said earnestly, tearfully. Kate seemed touched by her appeal for a moment, and then answered lightly: "Do you feel such a deep interest in him then, perhaps you have a claim, if so prefer it boldly, and I shall not interfere. Uut my little sister," she said kissing her cheek warmly, though a curl rested on the proud lip, '"do not fear Charles will never pine iu misery through any act of mine, so good night." Amy sought her room, but still feared, her slumbers were broken for though she loved her sister truly and tenderly, she could not place entire confidence in her words, because she knew too well her fatal propensity. Weeks passed, and Charles was the constant companion of the sisters; he. too, loved to wander with Amy through her favorite haunts, and it was strange how Kate forgot her prejudices, and city tuiiau: uuu iicr suici iinuuii niese uuic . . . . ,r. ?. peculiar charm to her now. She wondered at the strange power Charles had. even over her taste, and once asked her self, do I love Charles Cleveland? Is this 1 , . r1 . I.I the love that poets speak of: And then . . , she turned lightly from this self questioning, and answered proudly, "Bah, what is love but an ideal phrase we use, yet know not what it is." One bright afternoon, about six weeks after Charles' return, he was sitting with his aunt and Amy, in the dressing room of the former. Amy's white fingers wcie busy about delicate fancy work, but her thoughts were far away. Charles pretended to read, but he was intently watching his sweet cousin, and wondering at the sad change that had come over her since his return. He found her bright , antl bloominc now her cheek was almost as colorless as the white muslin drrss she wore her small hands were almost transparent, but yet she murmured not. She never complained of ill health, yet she was evidently fading fast. Suddenly a light seemed to dawn upon him, and rising immediately, he asked Amy to accompany him to a little stream near the house, where gentle ripplings were wont to soothe the sometimes excited feelings of our gentle Amy. It was a very lovely little stream; the bright wild flowers grew on its banks, and gazed down into its clear waters. She started as if he had roused her from a painful reverie, but rising immediately, inquired for Kate. "Katf follow us," said Charles, ' "but c... -;th yo ' me now, I vrvild speak iicularly this Ing." he - standstream. . ! 'pereu woltly. Soo: ".. the banks of t; whui the setting sun, in .... gorgeous beauty, burst upon their v! saw it not. For once, A. different to the bcautiej : butthev; seemed innature her

eyes, now bent down, as if to hide the

! tnouents that s-fie learea would emanate I j from them but Charles' eyes were rivited on her face. Amy, my dear, sweet cousin," said heat length, "you must listen to me. Let me tell you the story of my life of this bright 3-oung being who must be the arbitrc ss of my future happiness or misery II Sh did not withi raw the hand lie had taken, but it was very cold; she had nerved herself to listen to the tory of his lovf-, for her sister for it now seemed to hr that she could not be loved, when her beautiful sisterhad exerted her powers of fascination. And yet she loved him with a!! the tie nth and fervor of a heart capable of thedeepest and most intense devotion. From her early child hood she had loved him none other had ever occupied even a temporary place in her heirt. And now she must give up all her fond hopes, all the bright dreams she had so blindly cherished through long years of absence. But she spoke not, and Charles continued hurriedly: Amy, yeais ago, when I came hither a heortstricken. sorrowing boy, you soothed me with yur gentle words and sft taicsses. I loved you then as a sweet young sister, but the time camt when we must part. I left you with a sorrowful heart, but I could still feel your bitter tears on my cheek could still, in imagination, feel again your clinging arms, that seemed as if they bound me to you. by a tie that naught but death could sever. During seven years of absence, your sweet face pursiud me, like a guardian angel, as if to shield mc from evil. And when the time of my return arrived, too, as you, I sighed, yet trembled to meet. I feared to meet you changed. I dreaded to meet your cold, averted eye; though 'not cold or averted, it was down-cast. I have marked the sudden paling of your cheek, of late; I have dared to hope that I was not indifferent to you. Forgive me. dearest cousin, if I have been too presumptuous, but let my deep, passionate love, be my excuse. Amy, dear! dearest one, will you be mine?" She sprang quickly from his sid, the trembling hand was withdrawn, and 6he answered wildly, hurriedly "Charles?, you tc deceived, it i Kate you mean, not me, for none can love ms where she is." The small hand was now clasped, her eyes were raised to his, as if her very Hfe depended on his answer, which came clear ami distinct. "No Amy, I know my own heart. Kate. is very beautiful, but you are my first, my only love." Gently his arm encircled her slight form, and drawing her fondly to him, he bent down on this bright face, now glowing with hope and happiness. Let us leave tnem thus in their bliss . and return to K&te. Soon after her cousin and sister had left the house, she e.Uered her mother's dressing-room and inquired for them when told where they were, she tripped gayly towards the spot, singing snatches of some wild ocean song. "The veil which hides the future is woven by the hand of mercy," otherwise what little peace or happiness, would be known iu this beautiful illusory world. Kate was soon very near them, butj they saw her not; she was preparing, with a bright smile on her lips to startle them, when she saw Charles clasp Amy in his arms, and "Amy, my own promised bride," were i ths wor!s borne U the listener by the swift winds of Heaven. The&mile faded from her lip, the cheek changed to a deathlike hue, and yet she stood there motionless powerless. Then suddenly she turned and fled as if pursued by some dread phantom. On she went, until ehe came to a quiet, lonely looking spot, that she had ence turned from with a laugh, and cal'ed Amy's "Robber's Den." And then she threw herself on the ground in all the wildness of despair. "Oh God! Oh God! let me die!" was the wild impious prayer of that stricken heart, while moan titer moan broke the soft twilight hour. No word emanated from those quivering lips, but shudder after shudder passed over the prostrate form and told the violence of her emotions. The black, dreary future rose up before her, year after year to Vive and endure. One terrible thought of death self-summoned oceurred to her, but she was yet too pure in heart to let it linger there. Her first disappointment and she so unprepared, she had no thought that any on? could resist her for the first time she loved, and she had made such noble resolutions to live ouly lor the loved ones. And now where are those bright hopes? all all gone forever gone. Almost any other woman would have resolved to liv? solely for the world. Not so with Kate Hamilton, for it awakened the better feelings of lur nature. Long she lay thus, but when she rose it was with the noble resolution to conceal this unrequited love from all, to renounce the world and live entirely for her parents and her soul. She was calm but very pale, as slowly she walked homeward. She passed immediately to her room to remove all traces of tears from her cheek. She has just succeeded when Amy entered her room,

and casting herself in her sister's arms, she asked for her congratulations. Kate shuddered, but commanding herself, bestowed them in a calm, clear voice. Who can tell the thoughts and feelings ofthat

young girl as she pronounced the desired words? Who could read the anguish of that young spirit? Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton accorded a joyful consent to the union of Charles Cleveland with their gentle Amy, and an early day was named for their nuptials, Kate assisted her sister in her preparations with a cheerful countenance but a breaking heart. She stood by her side and heard the words spoken which bound her indissolubly to the only man she had ever ioveu. -p- now offered her congratu lations in a calm voice, but her chtek was white as the shrouded dead. Many remarked on its paleuess, but attributed the separation from her dearly loved sister, who would leave the next morning with her happy bride-groom on a bridal tour. They had urged Kate to accompany them, but she refused on the plea ol not leaving her parents alone. A few weeks after Amy's departure, Mrs. Hamilton was attacked with a violent fever; which in a fen days prostrated all her strength. Kate watched day and night by her mother's bedside, and seemed unconscious of the sense of fatigue, and when urged to take some rest, would reply with a cheerful smile, "I am not weary." But in vain all the care and attention of those fond watchers who ever lingered around the couch of the sufferer. The dread fiat had gone forth, and she must die. Mrs. Hamilton was a Christian, and she was willing to obey her Master's' call. When she felt that her minutes were numbered, she called her husband and child to her, and thanked them warmly for all their love and tenderness. She told them of her hope of Heaven, her bright assurance of being received thus through the blood of her crucified Saviour. She left many tender remembrances for Charles and Amy. and ' then clasping her hands togethershe murmured, "Amy, my child, would that I could see you once again, but the will of God be done," and then turning her dying eyes on the loved ones around her, while a bright smile illuminated her pale features, she said softly, "husband, child. God's blessings rest " The gentle spirit went up with that last half uttered sentence, and the wife and mother was on the bosom of her Saviour. And then Kate cast herself on the body of her mother. "Oh, mother! mother! take me with you, I have nothing to live for," she cried w ildly, "life has no charms for your child alone I must struggle on through life. Oh, God! oh, God! let me die!" was once again the frantic appeal of the young girl. Mr. Hamilton raised his child in his arms and said softly; "Kate, my child, is it right thus to rebel at the decrees of God? I am old and desolate the loved companion of my youth, my wife, is gone, and yet I tr.urmer not. You are young life is yet bright before you is it right then to act thus?" "Hopes," she said, wildly, passionately, "I have no hopes iu life all are dead, dead! The frosts of time do not rest on my hair, but the storms have beaten upcn my heart, and left traces there that can never be obliterated. Yes, oh God! take me early." "My child, would you leave me alone?'' wa? the solemn, reproachful question. "Father, dear father, forgive me, said his repentant child. Here, in the presence of my dead mother, I vow never to leave you promise to live only for you and heaven. Even as Ruth clave to Naomi, will I cleave to thee." The head drooped upon the bosom of her only parent, and tears, bitter, scalding tears, coursed each other down her pale cheeks, but they relieved her bursting heart for they were the first she had shed for many days. They laid Mrs. Hamilton in the grave "dust to dust." and slowly wended their way to the now desolate home. The mourners shivered as they entered it was so cold there so cold and damp, and dark, as if the shadow of the death that had so lately entered there, still lingered around. Amy returned too late to see that loved form again on earth, but her bitter tears were shed on the bosom of her beloved husband. After a few weeks spent in her childhood's homa, ßhe accompanied her husband to the beautiful home he had fitted up for his fair young bride. But Kate remained" with her father faithfully did she fulfil her promise made in the presence of the dead her earthly hopes were all blighted and withered, but "she had laid up for herself treasure in heaven." Sometimes her thoughts would turn with sadness and regret to the past that she had misspent the htarts she had crushed, and ask herself if those days of idol pleasure would compensate her for the lift of utter lonliness that she would be compelled to endure, (if her life was spared) after her father's passed away. Then would echo answer no. At such times she would bow her head on her clasped hands and weep bitter tears of sorrow and remorse,

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injured Only Himself. "H had his faults, tkey injured only himself. So says an exchange, in speaking of an able and distinguished oflicer of the army, whose death washastened by strong drink. Can the mother who watched the opening bud of hope, perhaps her only Bon, whose constant prayer was, "deliver him from temptation;" whose eye glistened with joy at the recital of hit deeds of daring, and whose tottering step down the declivity of life looked tohim for support; can she see that noble son lowered into a drunkard's grave, and say "they only injured himself?" Can the father, who girded the sword on the youthful thigh, and bid his son go fight his country's battles: whose locks glistened for eternity, admonish him that but for this son his name would 60on be blotted out; can he see those hopes forever blasted by the besotting cause of drunkenness, and say 'they only injured himself?" Can ihe wile, whose worldly joys have been indissolubly linked with a husbands' love, whose young affections were commited with generous confidence to the keeping of one worthy and noble; w hose tears have followed the soldier's path through the hour of danger, whose petition has daily gone up, asking deliverance of the father of her children from "battle, and murder and from sudden death;" can she see the stealthy but certain advance of the inexorable murderer, until soul and body of an idolized husband are taken captive by the monster Intemperance, and wild delirium pictures the ministering spirits of wife and children as fiends and devils, can she say'they in jured only himself!" No, no; the man who is a slave to this passion, until thirst, like the fire of hell, becomes quenchless, and the tears and entreaties of father, mother, wife and children are drowned in the bottomless cup; and who sacrifices evrything here, and all hereafter by such deadly faults, injure all with whom he comes in contact, friends and kindred deeplw. himself irrepairably. Cleveland Herald, Keep Him Down Ah, keep him down. What business has a poor man to attempt to rise, without a name without friend without honorable blood in his veins'? We have knowii him ever since be was a boy we knew his father before him, and he was but a mechanic and what merit can there be in the young stripling? Such is the cry of the world when a man of sterling character attemps to break away from the cords of poverty and ignorance, and rise to a position of truth and honor. The multitude are excited by envy they cannot endure to be outstriped by those who grow up with them or their children side by side, and heuee the opposition a man encounters in his native place. Despite of this feeling, many noble minds have risen from obscurity and lived down their opponents; but others have yielded to discouragements lived in obscurity, and "died and made no sign." Let it not he so with you young man. Persevere mount up and startle the world. A Gat Deceiver A German, living on Franklin Avenue, was married last Thursday. Yesterday, no less than four women, each with a child in her arms, called at his house, and of course a tremenduous domestic scene followed, every one claiming that she had been deserted by him, under the promise of marriage. There was no possible means of reconciling and compromising a difficulty of such a nature, but an emigration to Utah, and a marriage of the whole four. That mode, however, was not suggested, and nothing was left to them but to upbraid him with his villainy, and threaten a legal prosecution. His name is withheld for the present, and until a resort is had to legal proceedings. St. Louis Intel. The Gbeatest Living Curiosity We yesterday visited the Carolina Twin6, who are paying a visit to our city. A freak of nature 60 extraordinary must be seen before it can be fully credited. These children, born in Columbus county. North Carolina, are of Negro origin, to a remarkably degree lively and intelligent, and are beginning to utter and repeat words quite distinctly, though only about sixteen months old. This connection is much more intimate than that of the Siamese twins, being joined together at the back by the union of two spiues in one. Physicians who have examined them pronounce them to be the greatest curiosity ever seen or heard of. Some of their organs are in common whilst others are perfectly distinct. Often while one is sound asleep the other is wide awake and playful, and the connection such that whilst one sits erect the other can lie down. Baltimore Sun. Mrs. Wariso, widow of Rev. Thomas Waring, at Louisville, on last Friday, obtained a judgment against the N. Y. Nautilus Mutual Insurance Company for 85,000, amount of insurance on her husband's lif.