not think of that........It is of my nephew, of your Henry, child of my effections, that I would speak. Oh, would that I... This incoherent scrawl only confirmed my previous suspicions, but it was useless to dwell further on the melancholy subject. The great axe had fallen, and whether justly or unjustly, would, I feared, as in many, very many other cases, never be clearly ascertained in this world. I was mistaken. Another case of " uttering forged Bank-of-England notes, knowing them to be forged," which came under our cognisance a few months afterwards, revived the fading memory of Jane Eccles's early doom, and cleared up every obscurity connected with it. The offender in this new case was a tall, dark-complexioned, handsome man, of about thirty years of age, of the name of Justin Arnold. His lady mother, whose real name we should conceal under that of Barton, retained us for her son's defence, and from her and other sources we learned the following particulars : Justin Arnold was the lady's son by a former marriage. Mrs. Barton, a still splendid woman, had, in second nuptials, espoused a very wealthy person, and from time to time had covertly supplied Justin Arnold's extravagance. This, however, from the wild course the young man pursued, could not be for ever continued, and after many warnings, the supplies were stopped. Incapable of reformation, Justin Arnold, in order to obtain the means of dissipation, connected himself with a cleverly-organized band of swindlers and forgers, who so adroitly managed their nefarious business, that, till his capture, they had contrived to keep themselves clear of the law-the inferior tools and dupes having been alone caught in its fatal meshes. The defence, under these circumstances necessarily a difficult, almost impossible one, was undertaken by Mr. Flint, and conducted by him with his accustomed skill and energy. I took a very slight interest in the matter, and heard very little concerning it till its judicial conclusion by the conviction of the offender, and his condemnation to death. The decision on the record's report was this time communicated to the authorities of Newgate on a Saturday, so that the batch ordered for execution, among whom was Justin Arnold, would not be hanged till the Monday morning. Rather late in the evening a note once more reached me from the chaplain of the prison. Justin Arnold wished to see me-me, not Mr. Flint. He had something of importance to communicate, he said, relative to a person in whom I had once felt great interest. It flashed across me that this Justin might be the brother' of Jane Eccles, and I determined to see him. I immediately sought out one of the sheriffs, and obtained an order empowering me to see the prisoner on the afternoon of the morrow (Sunday). I found that the convict had expressed great anxiety lest I should decline to see him. My hoped-for visit was the only matter which appeared to occupy the mind or excite the care of the mocking, desperate young man; even the early and shameful termination of his own life on the morrow he seemed to be utterly reckless of. Thus prepared, I was the less surprised at the scene which awaited me in the prisoner's cell, where I found him in angry altercation with the pale affrighted chaplain. I had never seen Justin Arnold before; this I was convinced of the instant I saw him; but he knew, and greeted me instantly by name. His swartly, excited features were flushed and angry, and after briefly thanking me for complying with his wishes, he added in a violent, rapid tone, "This good man has been teasing me. He says, and truly, that I have defied God by my life; and now he wishes me to mock that inscrutable Being, on the eve of death, by words without sense, meaning, or truth!" "No, no, no!" ejaculated the reverend gentleman. "I exhorted you to true repentance, to peace, charity, to " I "True repentance, peace, charity!" broke in the prisoner with a scornful burst: "when my heart is full of rage, and bitterness, and despair Give me time for this repentance which you say is so needful-time to lure back long since banished hope, and peace, and faith! Poh!-you but floute me with words without meaning. am unfit, you say, for the presence of men, but quite fit for that of God, before whom you are about to arrogantly cast me! Be it so: my deeds upon my head! It is at least not my fault that I am hurled to judgment before the Eternal Judge himself commanded my presence here!" "He may be unworthy to live," murmured the scared chaplain, "but oh how utterly unfit to die!" "That is true," rejoined Justin Arnold with undiminished vehemence. "Those, if you will, are words of truth and sense: go you and preach them to the makers and executioners of English law. In the meantime I will speak privately with this gentleman. The reverend pastor, with a mute gesture of compassion, sorrow, and regret, was about to leave the cell, when he was stayed by the prisoner, who exclaimed, "Now I think of it, you had better, sir, remain. The statement I am about to make cannot, for the sake of the victim's reputation, and for her friends' sake have too many witnesses. You both remember Jaue Eccles ?" A broken exclamation from both of us answered him, and he quickly added—“ Ah, you already guess the truth, I see. Well, I do not wonder you should start and turn pale. It was a cruel, shameless deed-a dastardly murder if there was ever one. In as few words as possible, so you interrupt me not, I will relate my share in the atrocious business. He spoke rapidly, and once or twice during the brief recital the moistened eye and husky voice betrayed emotions which his pride would have concealed. “Jane and I were born in Hertfordshire, within a short distance of each other. I knew her from a child. She was better off then, I worse than we subsequently became-she by her father's bankruptcy, I by my mo, by Mrs. Barton's wealthy marriage. She was about nineteen, I twenty-four, when I left the country for London. That she loved me with all the fervour of a trusting woman I know well; and I had, too, for some time known that she must be either honourably wooed or not at all. That with me was out of the question, and, as I told you, I came about that time to London. You can, I dare say, imagine the rest. We were-I and my friends I mean-at a loss for agents to dispose of our wares, and at the same time pressed for money. I met Jane Eccles by accident. Genteel, of graceful address and polite manners, she was just fitted for our purpose. I feigned reawakened love, proffered marriage, and a home across the Atlantic, as soon as certain trifling but troublesome affairs which momently harassed me were arranged. She believed me. I got her to change a considerable number of notes under various pretexts, but that they were forged she had not and could not have the remotest suspicion. You know the catastrophe. After her apprehension I visited this prison as her brother, and buoyed her up to the last with illusions of certain pardon and release, whatever the verdict, through the influence of my wealthy father-in-law, of our immediate union afterwards, and tranquil American home. It is needless to say more. She trusted me, and I sacrificed her-less flagrant instances of a like nature occur every day. And now, gentlemen, I would fain be alone." "Remorseless villain!" I could not help exclaiming under my breath as he moved away. He turned quickly back, and looking me in the face, without the slightest anger, said, “An execrable villain if you like—not a remorseless one! Her death alone sits near, and troubles my to all else hardened conscience. And let me tell you, reverend sir," he continued, resuming his former bitterness as he addressed the chaplain "let me tell you that it was not the solemn words of the judge the other day, but her pale, reproachful image, standing suddenly beside me in the dock, just as she looked when I passed my last deception on her, that caused the tremor and affright, complacently attributed by the grave functionary to his own sepulchral eloquence. After all, her death cannot be exclusively laid to my charge. Those who tried her would not believe her story, and yet it was true as death. Had they not been so confident in their own unerring wisdom, they might have doomed her to some punish 1 ment short of the scaffold, and could now have retrieved their error. But I am weary, and would, I repeat, be alone. Farewell!” He threw himself on the rude pallet, and we silently withdrew. A paper embodying Justin Arnold's declaration was forwarded to the secretary of state, and duly acknowledged, accompanied by an official expression of mild regret that it had not been made in time to save the life of Jane Eccles. No further notice was taken of the matter, and the record of the young woman's judicial sacrifice still, doubtless, encumbers the archives of the Home Office, forming, with numerous others of like character, the dark, sanguine background upon which the achievements of the great and good men who have so successfully purged the old Draco code that now a faint vestige only of the old barbarism remains, stand out in bright relief and changeless lustre. A MASONIC IMPOSTOR. The Fort Wayne Sentinel exposes an impostor who has been swindling the Masonic fraternity of that neighborhood. It has been ascertained that the fellow is travelling through Michigan, and the Sentinel's description of him may be enough to put people on their guard: "His name is Charles H. Fox. He is about five feet eight inches in height, rather pleasing in manners, and casily insinuates himself into the good will and confidence of the charitably disposed, pleading touching tales of hardship and trouble and a desire to reach his home, where a host of friends and brothers will welcome him and promptly return any favors granted him. Upon receiving the required aid he embarks to some new field, where similar stories are told, and kindly disposed persons are relieved of their money, and become the victims of an unprincipled scoundrel. His depredations have extended between Kalamazoo and Detroit, Michigan, and in many places throughout the West. He hails from Genesee Falls Lodge No. 507, Rochester, N. Y., but has fallen from grace and inherited the just indignation of the fraternity at home and abroad. Let this heartless craftsman and untruthful knave be marked and shunned everywhere. NO ONE should become elated when rich, for riches may be taken away. So, on the other hand, no one should become dejected, for by industry, economy and honesty, they may obtain riches. EDITORIAL. JURISDICTION. We have considerable controversy about the right of territory and jurisdiction. The right to secede can have much said in its favor. But that right can be established upon no safe ground. It can only be established by oppression, cruelty, and the deprivation of the rights of others. In moral philosophy, there are long established rules and regulations, that the wise have recognized as safe, to govern all the citizens that belong to the realm, or to all members who belong to any organization. And as our province is to deal with Masonry, and pen thoughts for the brotherhood of the Masonic Fraternity, we shall confine our remarks to the right of jurisdiction, and the occupancy of territory. Any Grand Lodge of legitimate Masons, that has gained its existence according to the prescribed rules and Land-marks of Masonry, can give charters for subordinate Lodges in any territory, or country where there is no Grand Lodge. This, we believe, is not disputed by the best authority. Our Masonic jurists all agree upon this point. And Now we wish to take up the right of the jurisdiction of a regularly constituted Lodge, over the profane. And as we establish the right at the fountain head, we shall follow the stream to its termination. In the first place, according to fixed rules, our Lodge has no right to receive a petition out of its own jurisdiction. when a profane seeks an introduction, he must make his wants known to the Lodge in whose territorial limits he resides. If he wishes to become a Mason, he is obliged to conform to the prescribed rules and regulations of Masonry. And after he has signed the petition, and given it to a member of the Fraternity, and with the required recommendations, his request goes into the hands of the Lodge, that Lodge has the exclusive jurisdiction over the destiny of that petition. If he is black-balled, he can not go to any other jurisdiction, and be taken in without first obtaining the unanimous consent of the Lodge where he first applied. The right over they hold by the laws of Masonry. As we have thus fixed the jurisdiction of a Lodge over the material that shall go into the Temple of Symbolic Masonry, we pass |