twenty buckshot, and almost instantly O’Connor fell dead without a struggle.  Mabry tried to rise, but fell back dead.  The whole tragedy occurred within two minutes, and neither of the three spoke after he was shot.  General Mabry had about thirty buckshot in his body.  A bystander was painfully wounded in the thigh with a buckshot, and another was wounded in the arm.  Four other men had their clothing pierced by buckshot.  The affair caused great excitement, and Gay Street was thronged with thousands of people.  General Mabry and his son Joe were acquitted only a few days ago of the murder of Moses Lusby and Don Lusby, father and son, whom they killed a few weeks ago.  Will Mabry was killed by Don Lusby last Christmas.  Major Thomas O’Connor was President of the Mechanics’ National Bank here, and was the wealthiest man in the State.—­Associated press telegram.

One day last month, Professor Sharpe, of the Somerville, Tenn., Female College, ‘a quiet and gentlemanly man,’ was told that his brother-in-law, a Captain Burton, had threatened to kill him.  Burton, t seems, had already killed one man and driven his knife into another.  The Professor armed himself with a double-barreled shot gun, started out in search of his brother-in-law, found him playing billiards in a saloon, and blew his brains out.  The ‘Memphis Avalanche’ reports that the Professor’s course met with pretty general approval in the community; knowing that the law was powerless, in the actual condition of public sentiment, to protect him, he protected himself.

About the same time, two young men in North Carolina quarreled about a girl, and ‘hostile messages’ were exchanged.  Friends tried to reconcile them, but had their labor for their pains.  On the 24th the young men met in the public highway.  One of them had a heavy club in his hand, the other an ax.  The man with the club fought desperately for his life, but it was a hopeless fight from the first.  A well-directed blow sent his club whirling out of his grasp, and the next moment he was a dead man.

About the same time, two ‘highly connected’ young Virginians, clerks in a hardware store at Charlottesville, while ‘skylarking,’ came to blows.  Peter Dick threw pepper in Charles Roads’s eyes; Roads demanded an apology; Dick refused to give it, and it was agreed that a duel was inevitable, but a difficulty arose; the parties had no pistols, and it was too late at night to procure them.  One of them suggested that butcher-knives would answer the purpose, and the other accepted the suggestion; the result was that Roads fell to the floor with a gash in his abdomen that may or may not prove fatal.  If Dick has been arrested, the news has not reached us.  He ‘expressed deep regret,’ and we are told by a Staunton correspondent of the Philadelphia press that ’every effort has been made to hush the matter up.’—­Extracts from the public journals.]}