News of the event circulating, the public mind of Bumsteadville lost no time in deploring the incorrigible depravity of Southern character, and recollecting several horrors of human Slavery.  It was now clearly remembered that there had once been rumors of terrible cruelties by a pendragon family to an aged colored man of great piety; who, because he incessantly sang hymns in the cotton-field, was sent to a field farther from the pendragon mansion, and ultimately died.  Citizens reminded each other, that when, during the rebellion, a certain pendragon of the celebrated Southern Confederacy met a former religious chattel of his confronting him with a bayonet in the loyal ranks, and immediately afterwards felt a cold, tickling sensation under one of his ribs, he drew a pistol upon the member of the injured race, who subsequently died in Ohio of fever and ague.  What wonder was it, then, that this young pendragon with an Indian club and a swelled head should secretly slaughter the nephew and appropriate the umbrella of one of the most loyal and devoted Ritualists that ever sent a substitute to battle?  In the mighty metropolis, too, the Great Dailies—­those ponderous engines of varied and inaccurate intelligence—­published detailed and mistaken reports of the whole affair, and had subtle editorial theories as to the nature of the crime.  The Sun, after giving a cut of an old-fashioned parlor-grate as a diagram of Mr. BUMSTEAD’S house, and a portrait of Mr. John Russell young as a correct photograph of the alleged murderer by Rockwood, said:—­“The retention of Mr. Fish as Secretary of State by the present venal Administration, and the official countenance otherwise corruptly given to friends of Spanish tyranny who do not take the Sun, are plainly among the current encouragements to such crime as that in the full reporting of which to-day the Sun’s advertisements are crowded down to a single page, as usual.  Judge Connolly, after walking all the way from Yorkville, agrees with the Sun in believing, that something more than an umbrella tempted this young MONTMORENCY PADREGON to waylay EDWIN WOOD.  To-morrow we shall give the public still further exclusive revelations, such as the immense circulation of the New York Sun enables us especially to obtain.  On this, as upon every occasion of the publication of the Sun, we shall leave out columns upon columns of profitable advertising, in order that no reader of the Sun shall be stinted in his criminal news.  The Sun (price two cents) has never yet been bought by advertisers, and never will be.”  The Tribune said:  “What time the reader can spare from perusing our special dispatches concerning the progress of Smalleyism in Europe, shall, undoubtedly, be given to our female-reporter’s account of the alleged tragedy at Bumperville.  There are reasons of manifest propriety to restrain us, as superior journalists,