Herkimer, July 4. Attrocious Murder. We do not recollect of having seen a more wicked and diabolical deed, recorded in the anuals of history, than the following: On Thursday last, John Bowman, a boy of about eleven years old, living with Mr. James White' murdered Ann Eliza White (daughter of Mr. White,) aged four years the lad decoyed the child to the bank of the river. where he procured himself a club. beat her on the head till her skull was broken, and her face lacerated in a most shocking manner; after killing her, to conceal the body, he hove it into the river. and then deliberately went to the house and eat his dinner. When the child was missed he denied knowing where she was. The body was found after being in the water about four hours. The Corroner summoned a jury over the body, who gave a verdict of wilful murder by the said John Bowman, The boy is committed to the county jail. Married. On Tuesday evening, the 22d inst by the most Rev. Doctor Carroll, ArchBishop of Baltimore, the Honorable Le Roy Livingston, Member of Congress from N.Tork.to Miss Ann M. Diggs daughter of the late George Diggs, Esq.. of Prince George's country' Maryland. On Thursday evening last, by the Rev. Mr. Moore, Mr. William Ross, to Miss Nixon, of the Bowery At Elizabethtown N F. On Monday evening by the rev. Mr. Rudd, John Marliston Read, Esq of S Caroilna, to Miss Mary Withers, of the same state. Died. Lately in ths Mississippi Territory, Captain Prentis Law, of the troops of the United States- He was a native of New-London (Con.) and son of the late Judge Law of that place He was educat ed at Yale College. He spent the past winter at the barracks near this place. and when he left town with the troops, was observed to be in feeble health. On Tuesday Evening last, Mr. Charles Franco's De Rane, aged 56 years. On Saturday last, Mr. George Cleland. On Friday afternoon, Mr. John Kurley a native of Ireland At Salem On Friday the 5th inst. Mr. Haven Pool, one of the editors and proprie eters of the Essex Register, aged 20 son ! On Saturday morning at his farm on When Selence self destroy'd her fav'rite Long Island, M. Thomas Welling in the 65th year of his age He sustained a lingering illness with pious resignation to the Divine will. On Friday last, at Flatbush, after a lingering and distressing illness which she endured with angellic meekness, Miss Nancy Averill, aged 17 years. It is not quite eleven months since a lovely sister of the deceased, at the age of 18 was en rolled on the gloomy catalogue of mor tality by the same irresistible malidy. that cruel destrover of human hopes and earthly felicity-consumption! well may sach surviving member of this afflicted family, at this time, exclaim with the inimitable young, 'Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew twice, and twice my peace was slain !' Yet she too much indulg'd the fond pursuit; She sow the seeds, but death has reap' the fruit. Twas thine own genius gave the fatal blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low 30 the struck eagle stretch'd upon the plain, No more thro' rolling clouds to soar again, View'd HIS OWN FEATHER on the fatal dart, Had wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nurs'd the pinion that impelled the steel: While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest; Drank he last life-drop of his bleeding breast. THE FUNERAL. How solemn is the scene, when friends draw near. To pay to parted worth, the faneral tear! How precious are the sacred tears that. rise, And flow successive from the mourners' eyes! How solemn is the sight, ('tis so to me,) Ex ended in the narrow house' to see The pale precursor of our certain doom, A silent vot'ry for the lurid tomb! No language can describe-no tongue can tell, The heart's keen anguish at the last farewell, When the lid closes on the faded face Where late serenely smail'd each softer grace. Those, who have lost what worlds can: Checks, Cards, Handbills not supply, AND PRINTING IN GENERAL, Neatly and correctly executed, on reasonable terms; and goods (of any kind) will be taken in part payment,-at the Office of the Thomas H. Brantingham, has removed to No. 145 Broadway, where he conti nues to procure money on Mortgages, notes of hand & deposits, buys & sells houses, improved farms, & tracts of land Also lets & leases houses & lots, on reasonable commision.-Also the lease of 2 houses, & annuity. Also for sale 30 farms, several with good improvements. will be sold low, goods & property of e very sort taken in payment, or any who forms a company tickets & draw for the different farms will be liberaly paid for it Also a skilfull farming man with a good character, will meet with encouragement by applying as above. -May 20th, 1811. OR, WEEKLY THE VISITOR. MONK OF THE GROTTO. A Tale: (Continued) gested, to shew he ran no danger of being discovered. At length, whether he was actuated by compassion, or the certainty of possessing the promised recompense, Francesco suffered himself to be prevailed upon, and promised to introduce Eugenio into the garden of the Convent at eleven at night, if Virginia would consent to meet him; and he left him, in order to prepare the means of carrying his hazardous undertaking into execution. Francesco mused for some time, and appeared meditating what answer he should retura; then looking around, in a man. ner that betokened his extreme agitation, he said, in a low voice" What you require of me, Sir, is of such high importance, that I dare not promise you even to attempt obey, ing you. The dreadful, punishment that would await me if, after having introduced youto the interior of the monastery, I should be discovered, inspires me with terror. But if you have any letter to send to Signora Virginia, I will will ingly take charge of it; and I dare answer for my zeal, as well as my fidelity, in deliver-exposing himself by that exing it to her, without subjecting either her or myself to the observation of any one.' Eugenio endeavoured to en Eugenio returned to the house of Francesco to write to Virginia. His impatience to see her became so ardent, that he could scarce resist the desire that prompted him immediately to fly to her presence; yet the dread of not seeing her. alone, and the consciousness of cessive agitation which he felt himself unable to resist, prevented his abandoning himself to perhaps one of the most impetuous emotions he had ever experienced in his life; but when he received the answer of Virginia, when he became acquainted with the motive that had induced his ill fated Virginia to place an insurmountable barrier between her self and him, his surprise, his despair at the idea of what her sufferings must have been when she imaged him unfaithful, imparted such inexpressible anguish to his breast, that he scarce re ained the use of his reason. After having written without being able to utter a single word. single word. He remained some time buried in his own reflections; then suddenly awaking from his lethargy, he strode with hasty steps across the room, Francesco, terrified, dared not speak ; and when, at length, he ventured to entreat him to calm the agitation of his mind, he could obtain no answer from him. Eugenib continued pacing the room till the moment that was to restore him to the sight of Vir a second letter to Virginia, heginia. When the clock struck awaited her answer in a state of calm insensibility. "Sir,' exclaimed Francesco, with a voice and manner expressive of satisfaction. "Sir, the Lady Virginia consents to see you; she repeatedly called you her dear Eugenio, I have delivered the key of the garden to her, requesting her to restrain her emotion; for, to say the truth, she spoke so lond, that I trembled lest she should be overheard. How. ever, I hope my fears are all i have to regret ; for I afterwards looked carefully round the cloister in which we were, and I am persuaded there was no ong there but ourselves." i Eugenio clasped his hands, and raised his eyes to heaven eleven, he started, uttered an involuntary exclamation, and rushed with precipitation out of the house. "Sir, Sir," said Francesco, running after him, "I entreat you to moderate your passion; if you do not, I cannot permit you to enter the garden." Eugenio repressed his ardour, and suffered himself to be conducted by Francesco, who, after several windings, arrived with him at a little wicket at the font of the rocks with which the monastery was surrounded. They soon found themselves in an avenue of vast extent, planted with elms; the obscurity, produced by their foliage, scarce allowed them to perceive the road they were pursuing. |