MY $2.00 per Annum VOL. 2, No. 25.] Baa TG bbs de C. '* All extremes are error, the opposite of error is not truth but error; truth lies between the extremes," S STRATFORD, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1864. , [WHOLE No. 52 Select Poetry. Oe Omission of Letters. ae A good deal of labor has been expended on verses in which certain of the letters should be excluded. The criticism of Jamil, the Persian critic, on a poem of this kind, in which A did not occur, was: "It would be better if all the letters were left out." Some, however, are quite meri- torious. Here is one in which the letter S is alone omitted : Uh! come to-night; for naught can charm The weary time when thou'rt away ! Oh! céme; the gentle moon hath thrown O'er bower and hall her quivering ray The heather-bell hath mildly flung, From off her fairy leaf, the bright And diamond dew-drop that had hung Upon that leaf--a gem of light. Then come, love, come! To-night the liquid wave hath not Illumined by the moonlit beam Playing upon the lake beneath, Like frolic in an autumn dream-- The liquid wave hath not, to-night, In all her moonlit pride, a fair Gift like them that on thy lip Do breathe and laugh, and home it there. Then come, love, come. To-night, to-night! my gentle one, The flower-bearing Amra tree Doth long, with fragrant moan, to meet The love-lip of the honey-bee ! But not the Amra tree can long To greet the bee, at evening light, With half the deep, fond love I long To meet my Nama here to-night. Then come, love, come! The following is ingeniously constructed, con- taining no vowel but 0. It is entitled " Incon- trovertible Facts." No monk too good to rob, or cog, or plot. No fop so gross to bolt Scotch collops hot. From Donjon tops no Oronoko flows. Logwood, not lots, floods Oporto's bowls, Troops of old tosspots oft to sot consort. Box tops our School boys flog for sport. No cool monsoons blow soft on Oxford dons. Orthodox, jeg-trot, book-worm Solomons! Bold Ostrogoths of ghosts no horror show, On London shop-fronts no hop-blossoms grow. To crocks tof gold no dodo looks for food. On soft cloth footstools no old fox doth brood. Long storm tost stoops forlorn look on to port. Rooks do not roost on spoons, nor woodcocks snort. Nor dog on snowdrop or 0 eae Nor pe Paty A is rtocols. From Chamber's Journal. LOST SIR MASSEINGBERD. ( Continued.) ---- CHAPTER XXIL.----THE SEARCH. : Shrinking away from the body of the unhap- py Grimjaw, and fleeing from the solitary spot in which it lay, 1 ran down towards the Heronry, where, in the distance, I could now perceive a number of persons assembled upon the lake-side. Below and above it, the stream flowed on as usual; but the larger area of "ater which con- tained the island, was frozen over with a thin coating of ice. This was being broken by men armei with long and heavy poles, after which the work of dragging the water was commenced. The scene was as desolate as the occupation was ghastly and depressing. Perched upon stony slabs of their now leafless home, the huge birds watched the proceedings with grave and serious air; at first, they imagined,I think, that the thing was done for their own behoof, and to the end that they might supply themselves with fish as usual; but the appearance of the grap- pling-irons disabused them of this idea. Now one, and now another, unable to restrain their curiosity, would rise slowly and warily into the air, and making a circuit over our heads, return to their old position, to reflect, with head aside, upon what they had seen. The presence as spectators of these gigafftic creatures, certainly increased the weird and awful character of the employment in which we were engaged, and struck quite a terror into the village folk, who were unaccustomed to see them in such close proximity. Still the work was not gone about by any means in reverent and solemn silence. If any man wishes his neighbors to speak their mind about him thorcughly and unreservedly, I should say, judging from what I heard on that occasion, Let him disappear, and be drag- ged for. It is not so eertain he is dead, that any delicacy need be exercised in telling the severest truths about him; nor yet is there suffi- cient chance of his reappearance to make them reticent through fear. Only when the drags halted a little, meeting with some hidden ob- struction, all tongues were silent, and pale faces clustered about the toilers, expecting that the dreadful thing they sought was about to be brought to land. 'I thought we had him then,' said one of the men, after an occasion of this sort ; 'but it was only a piece of stone.' 'It might have been his heart, for all that,' muttered another cynically ; and a murmcr of ' Ay, that's true,' went round them all. 'Has anybody been about the Home Spinney this morning?' inquired I of Oliver Bradford, who had just given up his place at the ropes to a fresh man. 'No, sir, nor last night either, as it turns out. It will be bad for somebody if Sir Massingberd does return, and finds out that the watcher who ought to have been there, was wiled away else- where, by what he thought was poachers hol- loing to one another--some owl's ery. as I should judge. And to-day, 1 doubt if a creature has been near the place, for none of my men seem to fancy going there alone.' 'And who was the watcher there last night, Oliver ?' 'Well, sir, we must not make mischief; he was a young chap new at the business, a sort of grand-n>vvey of mine by the wife's side. He'll do better next time, will young Dick Westlock. He was over-eager, that's all. And when you herr a cry in these woods, unless you are thoroughly accustomed to them, it may lead you a pretty dance: it takes a practised ear to tell rightly where it comes from,' 'You should know me better, Bradford,' re- turned I, 'than to suppose I would bring a lad to harm by mentioning such a matter; but I should like to ask him a question or two, if you will point him out.' 'There he is then, sir,' answered Oliver, point- ing toa good-looking honest lad enough, but one who perhaps would searcely have been considered sufficiertly old for so trustworthy a part as sentinel of the home preserves, had he not been grand-nephew to the head-keeper. ' Why, Dick,' said I, ' your uncle tells me that you took an owl for a poacher last night, and followed his voice all over the Chase.' 'It wasn't no owl, sir,' quoth Dick stoutly ; 'it were the voice of a man, whosoever it was.' 'Don't thee be a fool,' exclaimed his uncle roughly. 'TI tell thee it was a bird, and called like this ;) and the keeper gave a very excellent mitation of the cry of an owl. This was not greatly unlike the sound which had so recently affrighted my own ears ; but then owls rarely ery in the daytime. 'Dick,' cried I, 'never mind your uncle ; listen tome. If you thought it was a human voice, what did you think it said?' 'Well, I can't rightly say as it said anything ; it seemed to me to be a sort of wobbling in the throat ; andI thought it might be a sound among some poaching fellers, made with a bird-call, or the like of that.' 'Supposing it said any word at all, Dick, what word was it most like ? Mr. Richard Westlock looked as nonplused and embarrassed as though I had propounded to him some extremely complicated riddle. ' Was it anything like ' Hel--p, hel--p ?' said I, imitating as well as I could those terrible tones. 'Bless my body,' quoth Mr. Richard, slapping his legs with his hands, in admiration of my sagacity, 'if them ain't the very words as it did say !' 'What think you of that, Oliver Bradford ?' inquired I gravely. ' As the bell tinks, so the fool thinks,' respond- ed the head-keeper sententiously. 'If you had asked Dick whether the word wasn't ' Jerusalem,' he would have said: ' Ay, that was the very word,' 'Still, urged I, 'since there may be something more than fancy in the thing, and the voice, if it was one, could not have come from under water, let the Park woods be thoroughly searched at once. There are men enough outside the getes .to do that, without suspending the work that is going on here, and why should we lose time ?' The head-keeper sulkily muttered something about not wanting a caddle of people poking their noses into every part of Fairburn Chase ; then with earnest distinctness, as though the thought had only just struck him: 'Besides, Mr, Meredith, let me tell you that they may get to know more than is good for them,' At these words, I cast an involuntary glance at the plantation within a few hundred feet of us, in the recesses of which dwelt Sinnamenta-- Lady Heath. ' You may know sir,' continued the er, translating my thought, 'but everybody don't know, and its much better that they shouldd't.' Certainly the objection was a grave one,.and I was glad enough to perceive Mr. Long comin down from the Hall towards us, an cuthortaeae | whom the question could be decided.* + ©You had better ask him yourself, Oliver,' said I, for as my tutor had never spoken to me of the existence of the unfortunate maniac, I did not like to adress him upon the subjeet. Bradford therefore went forward to meet him; and after they had had some talk together, Mr. Long beck- oned me to him. 'I think with you, Peter,' said he, ' that in any case, we should lose no time in searching the Chase. If we do not discover what we seek, we can scarcely fail to find some trace ot a strug- gle, if struggle there has been, betwe:n such a man as Sir Massingberd and whoever may have assailed him. If he has bee: murdered, it is of course, just possible that the assas ins threw the body into the water, although not here, since the ice would scarcely have formed over it like this ; otherwise, they could not have removed it with- out leaving some visible trace. Do you, Brad- ford, and a couple of your own men, examine that plantation yonder thoroughly, so that it need not be searched again; and in the mean- time I will go and fetch more help.' I have taken part in my time in many a ' quest' for game, both large and little: I have sought on foot in the rock-crannies of the North for the hill-fox ; I have penetrated the tangled jungles of Hindustan for tiger ; I have stood alone, gun in hand, on the skirts of a tropical forest, not knowing what bird or beast the beaters within might chance at any moment to drive forth ; but I have never experienced such excitement as that which I felt when, one of forty men, I walked from end to erd of Fairburn Chase in search of its lost master. In one long line, and at the distance of about twenty yards from one another, we plodded on slowly and steadily, and with eyes that left no bd®h unexamined. This work, which in summer would have been toil indeed, was rendered com- paratively easy by the bareness of the season ; the frost, too, made the svamps in the hollows safe to the tread, and the tangled underwood brittle before us, Many asunken spot we found hidden in brake and brier, and scarcely known to the keepers themselves, such as might easily have held, and we could not but think how fitly, the Thing we feared to find; and sometimes, when one man called to his neighbors, the whole line woutd halt, and each could scarcely restrain himself from running in, and seeing with his own eyes what trace of the missing man it was which had provoked the exclamation. We be- gan at the outskirts of the Park, and worked towards the Hall, so that the Home Spinny, which was the likeliest spot of all, since he had been last seen going in that direction, was re- served for theend. As the men approached it, the excitement increased ; they almost ran over the large open space in which stood the Wolsey Oak, extended its gnarled and naked arms aloft, as if in horror ; but when they searched the cop- pice itself, and found the body of Grimjaw, stif- fened into stone simee I last saw it, many of them were not so e to push on. I had omit- ted to tell them of the wretched animal's death, and the effect of the sight upon them was really considerable. That ' the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense,' is in nothing more true than in the emotion produc@d by the sufferings or de- cease of animals upén gentle folks and upon laboring persons. Greater familiarity with such spectacles, and perhaps, too, a larger experience of hardship and sorrow among his own fellow- creatures--which naturally tends to weaken his sense of pity for mére animals--prevents the peasant from being movedvat all by sume sights at which his superiors would be really shocked : / a dead horse lying in the road is, to the stone- breaker, a dead horse and nothing more ; where- as to him who goes by on wheels--unless he is a veterinary surgeoti--the sight is positively distressing. I am sure that the spectacle of half-a-dozen ordinary dead dogs would not have affected Oliver Bradford, for instance, in the least, while if they had been 'lurchers,' and given to poaching practices, such a funeral scene would have afforded him unmixed satis- faction. But when he'saw Grimjaw lying dead, and frozen, he shook his head very gravely, and bade us mark his words: 'That thkt ere dog didn't die for nothing, but fora sign. That he would never have died--not he--if his master and constant companion had still had breathe in him, and, more than that, we should find --we might take his word for it--that that there body and that of Sir Massingberd Heath were not very far from one another,' There were murmurs of hushed and awestruck adhesion to these remarks, but not a dissentient voice in all the company; and in a frame of mind which would now be undoubtedly called 'sensational,' and not in a broken line of march, as heretofore, but almost shoulder to shoulder, we entered the Home Spinny. CHAPTER XXIIl,---WHAT WAS IN THE COVERED CART. If this true narrative of mine should chance to find its channel of publication in a heddoma- dal periodical, and the end of the last chapter coincide with the end of the week, I am afraid [ shall have unduly aroused the expectation of my readers, and kept them upon tenter-hooks during that period upon false pretences, or rather what may seem to be so, They will doubtless have promised themselves some ghastly spectacle--and I give them my honor that if they will only have patience they shall have it --to be presented in tr@jfery next page or two, {t may disappoint them, temporarily, to hear that though we searched the coppice, tree by tree, and left not one heap of Isaves unstirred by our feet, that we found nothing--Nothing. And yet I will venture to say, that if we had come upon that sight which all were so prepared for, the stiffened limbs of murdured Sir Massingherd, with his cruel face up at the sky, it would scarce- ly have filled us with greater awe. It would have been a terrible sight, doubtless ; but with every minute the terror would have faded, until at last it might have even melted into pity, He could atleast have hurt no man more, being ead. But now that he was only Lost--still ost--we looked at one another with dumb sur- prise, and over our own shoulders with misgiv- ings. He was not above ground in all Fairburn Chase, that was certain; nor under water, for the dragging-parties had discovered no more than we. Any idea of suicide was quite out of the question; Sir Massingberd Heath was the last man to leave life before he was summoned, even if he really felt, as he averred, that there was no sort of risk in doing so. Wicked men have atolerably high opinion of this world, not- withstanding their low views of the people that inhabit it ; and the French philosopher who put ground that he had had enough of everything, was an exceptional case, At the same time the probabilities were im- mensely against the baronet's having voluntarily undertaken any expedition, considering the cir- cumstances under which he must have set out-- on foot, fatigued, and atso late an hour. If secrecy had been his object, it would have been far more easily secured by his departure at a less extraordinary time. In the meanwhile, day after day passed by without any tidings, and the mys- tery of his disappearance deepened and spread. Mr Long was rather reserved upon the matter at first, professing to entertain little doubt that the wilfal Squire would presently return, mali- cious and grim as ever; but as time went on, he began to grow uneasy, and seemed to find relief in conversing upon the subject, and suggesting more*or less impossible contingencies. 'Do you remember, Peter,' said he one morn- ing at breakfast-time, 'reading out to me, some months ago, an account of the murder of a certain lieutenant of the Coast-guard by smugglers on the east cost--how he oppressed them and treated them with unnecessary cruelty for many, many months, until at last they took him away out of bed by force, and carried him no man knew whither, and put him to death, with tortares ?' 'Yes,' returned I, ' perfectly well. They buried the poor wretch up to his neck in the sea-sand, and bowled stones at his head,' ' Well, Peter, that frightful scene is eonstantly representing itself whenever I shut my eyes; only the head is that of Sir Massingberd. You cannot imagine how distressing it is to me now to go to bed, with the expectation of this re-en- acting itself before I can get to sleep.' 'Dear me, how dreadfal!' returned I. ' But does not the fact of your only recognizing the victim, convince you of the unreality of the thing? If you knew the faces of the smugglers, then indeed' i 'IT do know them, Peter, interrupted my tutor gravely; 'that is the worst of it; although it should, as you say, rather convince me of the imaginary character of the scene, since the actors in it have long been dead and gone, I believe They are not smugglers, but gipsies. There is one Carew in particulas, one unhappy man, into whose history I need not enter, but who once in- curred the baronet's vengeance, and I am afraid it is but to likely perished in consequence. It an end to his not invaluable existence upon the is a sad story of deception on both sides ; but it is certain that Sir Massingberd richly earned the' hatred of the wandering people. I have no right, of course, to make any such charge, but, Peter, | Rachel bitterly ; 'although, of course, we have not those luxuries with which her husband has always surrounded her.' a Only four times, Sister Rachel!' observed the I cannot help thinking that it is they who have] afflicted one, in a tone of remonstrance-- one, made away with the Squire. I casually inquired in the village yesterday about the tribe that generally inhabit the fir-grove on the Crittenden. Road, and it seems they left the place by night, on or about the very date of Sir Massingberd's two, three, four,' checking them off on her poor fingers, covered with worthless gewgaws. 'F. don't consider Gilmore's beatings anything, only Sir Massingberd's')---- 'May God's curse have found him!' exclaimed disappearance.' "Rachel Liversedge fervently--'may He have My heart grew cold and heavy asa stone at, avenged her wrongs upon him at last! Don't these words, delivered though they were with | look at me, sir, as though I were a witch. How vagueness, and without any threat of action t should pine, and rave, and suffer ten thous@md follow them, for the suspicion which my tutor} deaths in one? now expressed had long ago taken firm root inj} my own mind. I would not, however, have given expression to it upon any aceount, and | _ phe spoke with such hate and fury, that Mr. a epg east once» more a suspicious | nee around him, as though in reality she pos- -- my present wish was to do away with this notion, sessed the means of vengeance which she so ar- . of the rector's as much as possible. I would not, | | perhaps, have assisted in the escape of the Cingari from punishment, if punishment they deserved, but neither would I have put out my hand to deliver them up. The Law had taken its wicked will of them of en enough already, and in connection with this very man. j 'Those who know these people best,' said I, | uy desired. 'Did you expect to find him re?' continued she. 'That was it, was it? I I would that I had* his fleshless jones to shew you. Itis not my fault that I * phi ve them not, be sure. If there were any man- ess left among my people--but there is not; hey are curs all--if any memory of the perse- cuted and the murdured had dwelt within them, 'such as Bradford and the keepers, do not think | #8 With me, let alone this work of his"--she point- it at all probable that they would have had the} ed to her unconscious sister--'fur which, had courage to face Sir Massingberd. Even if they | he done nought else, I would have torn his heart possessed it, what could they have done but | out, he would not have lived thus long by forty slain him? and if slain, where have they put| years. For aught we know, yet; only hearing he was gone, we went and: | took onr little sister from her wretchedness, and thus will keep her if you give us leave--you him to? 'God alone knows,' said my tutor solemnly ; 'but the -man at the pike at Crittenden says, I believe, that they had a covered cart with them, | rhe they have never been known to have be- 'ore. 3 I murmured something to the effect taat winter | Was coming on, and that it was likely enough that they should have procured for themselves. some peripatetic shelter of that kind; but a nameless horror took hold upon me, in spite of myself, when Mr. Long rejoined, that he should think it his duty to have the gipsies followed, and a thorough examination of their effects to be made. I had not another word to say. I seemed already to see poor old Rachael Liver- sedge standing in the felon's dock, avowing and glorying in her guilt, and defiant of the sentence which would consign her and hers to the same | fate that had overtaken, with no such justice, Stanley Carew. Any hope of escape for them, I knew, was out of the question. They had not the means for speedy travel, while, in those days | of superstition and intolerance, the Cingari were an object of animadversion and alarm whither- soever they moved. upon information received concerning their} present whereabouts--Mr, Long set out on horseback, agcom pone the parish constable, gprotect. and upheld..him.. Bat I could: and came up with the party whom he sought upon a certain common within twenty miles of Fairburn. The tribe, of whom I had only seen three gown up members, were tolerably numer- ous, and the constable evinced his fitness for be- ing a peace-officer by counselling the rector to do nothing rash--at least until reinforcements should permit of his doing so with safety. The sight, however, of the covered cart placed, as it seemed, jealously in the very centre of the en- campment, was too much for Mr. Long, who, to do him justice, was as bold as a lion, except where conventional ' position,' as in the case of Sir Massingberd, made him indisposed for action. He turned his horse straight for the desired ob- ject, in spite of the threatening looks of several men, who were tinkering about an immense fire, and was only stopped by the youngest. of them starting up, and laying his hand imperatively upon his bridal rein. 'Have you a warrant, Mr. Long,' inquired the gipsy sternly, 'that you ride through our camp when all the rest of the common is open to you, and wish to pry into that poor place yonder. which is all we have of house and home ?' The rector had no sort of right for what he did, and was therefore proportionally indignant. 'Unhand my bridle, sirrah!' cried he. ' What is your name who seem to know mine so well, and yet who knows me so little, that you can imagine I am here in other cause than that of Right and Justice ?" 'My name is Walter Carew,' replied the gipsy, still retaining his hold. 'Then that is sufficient warrant for whatI do,' cried my tutor, excitedly, and raising his riding- whip as he spoke,' The swarthy face of the gipsy gleamed with passion, and nis unoccupied right hand sought his side, as if for a weapon. Mischief would un- doubtedly have ensued, but at that moment the curtains of the covered cart were parted by a skinny hand, and the voice of Rachael Liver- sedge was heard bidding the young man let the bridle go, and not spill parson's blood, which was as bad as wasting milk and water. Then she added, with mock courtesy, 'Pray, come come hither, Mr. Long; our doors are always open, and ther2 can be no intrusion where there are only females and sickness.' 'If that be all,' returned my tutor in a softened tone--for though somewhat arbitrary, as it would now be thought, towards his inferiors, he was ever gentle to the sex--'if that indeed be all, I shall not inflict my presence upon you long.' With those words, he threw himself from his horse, and climbed up into the cart; it was rather a roomy one, but all that was in it was clearly to be seen atthe first glance. It was carpeted with rushes a foot thick, from which Rachel Liversedge was busily engaged in weav- ing chair-bottoms. Opposite to her sat another female, engaged in the same articles, but con- structing out ot them crowns and necklaces, which, though they did not very much resemble the ornaments for which they were intended, ap- peared to afford her exquisite satisfaction. 'Why don't you introduce me, Rachel?' ex- claimed she testily, as Mr. Long looked in. 'Don't you see the gentleman is bowing ?--Sin- namenta--Lady Heath,' The secret of the gip- sies' sudden removal, as well as of their use of the vehicle which had excited his suspicions, was at once apparent to the rector. : 'Is she better, happier in your custody?' in- quired my tutor, in a whisper, of the chair- maker. 'God knows I would not disturb her, if she be.' 'My little sister is not beaten now' observed 'relieved from the dread bur 'picion, but more at his wits' end for an elucidax tion of the disappearance of Sir Massingberd once, iil eit i illic dental however, he lives Jhristian gentlemen, Where he may be, we know not; we only hope that in some hateful Spot--in hell, if such a place there be--he may suffering unimagined pains.' _ The fervour and energy of her words, however reprehensible in a mural point of view, were such as left no doubt in the mind of Mr, ' ' Long that the gipsy woman spoke truth. Assuring her, | therefore, that, so far as he was ccncerned, she -- should not be molested in the custody of her un- ortunate sister, my tutor rodeéback to Fairburn, n of his late sus- than ever. Right glad wasI to hear that his errand among my dusky friends had been boot- less; but by the next morning post I had re- ceived bitter news from Hailey Street. A copy of that menacing epistle which I had so unwit- tingly enclosed to Marmaduke from his uncle, reached me from Mr. Gerard. His words were 'kind, and intended to be comforting. He knew That very day--acting | of i some grievous l:arm had occurred through me nevertheless, as Sir Massingberd's cat's-paw. It was more apparent to me because there was not one accompanying word from my dear friend himself, whom [ knew to well to imagine capable of blaming me. It was most apparent cf all be- cause of the postscript written in Lucy's own hand--so fair, so clear, so brave, so like her own sweet self--saying that I must not reproach my- self because I had been overreached by a base man. ' Marmaduke will write soon,' she said; 'he does not love you less because he is silent upon this matter, and must be kept so for a lite tle while.' He was ill, then, thanks to my dull wits ; and out of pity she had written ' Marma- duke.' Ah me, would Jnot have been ill! Would Inot have welcomed kindship with a score of wicked uncles for such pity! 'He does not love you less because he is sileat--was that a quota- tion culled from her own heart's whisperings ? 'A most unfortunate business,' said Mr. Lon reflectively, when he had possessed himself of this iatelligence. 'That letter of Sir Massing- berd's will undo all the good of the last reded months. With what a devilish ingenuity for torment h s he framed every phrase. « My arm will reach you wheresoever you ave 3 at the time you least expect it, and from the quarter to which you have least looked. However, Well it ma seem Lo be with you, it will not be Well." Hoe thoroughly he knew his nephew! This will ni Marmaduke Heath a wretched man for ife.' . ' Not if Sir Massingberd be dead,' said I, « and can be proved so.' d 'That is true,' responded my tut ily ; then added, without, I think, intending oie hear it: ' But what will be worse than anythin is this doubt as to whether he be dead or hott I felt convinced of this too, and bowed my head in sorrow andsilence. There was a hong pause. Then my tutor suddenly started up, and exclaimed with animation : 'Peter, will you te) with me to London? I certainly shall do 3 more good there, just now, than here ; and I think that your presence will be yer i Harley Street." epree er 'TI shall be ready to start this very evening,' returned I, thinking of the mail whi PY ah ; which passed at ' We will be off within an hour, re lied tutor; 'I wil! order posters from the inn a ' qo ae time has been lost already-- we shou ave started when Sir Massij himself did.' ing inde 'Do you think he is gone to town, then, with any evil purpose ?' inquired I, aghast, 'If he has gone at all, it is certain it is for no good,' rejoined the rector gravely. 'It is more : than likely that this disappearance may be no- thing but a ruse to throw us off our guard. The cat that despaired of attaining her end means, pretended to be Dead. Liey (To be Continued.) Srruck gy Ligatyive.--On Wednesday even-. ing, Ist inst.' during the heavy thun, lightning, the Methodist Church ia the roviiaue of Tackersmith, was struck by lightning tt entered the chimney ani smashed 1 lamps, and cracked the building ia several the pews, places. The church, we understand, was built only last summer, and was a ver ildi é 1 ' y fine buildirg. It will require a considerable gnount to reyes and refurnish the edifice, and 'It isa great wond it did not catch fire, as some of the Mihila from the broken pews were so hot that wh feil on the floor the burnt holes in j tas they True Briton. if €s in it--Clinton cea