I know it must make some misery at home, but it will be followed by a corresponding happiness after it.

Some of you at home, I suppose, will call me a Democrat, but facts are stubborn things, and I can't deny the truth of what I see every day before my eyes.

A man to judge properly of his country must, like judging of a picture, view it at a distance." "_May 12, 1812._ I write in great haste to inform you of a dreadful event which happened here last evening, and rumors of which will probably reach you before this.

Not to keep you in suspense it is no less than the _assassination of Mr.Perceval,_ the Prime Minister of Great Britain.

As he was entering the House of Commons last evening a little past five o'clock, he was shot directly through the heart by a man from behind the door.