The Two Red Cents. A grocer in Clinton county sold a drunkard a pint of new rum _according to law_, and made _two red cents clear profit_. The drunkard shot his son-in-law while intoxicated; and his apprehension, confinement in jail, execution, &c. cost the county more than _one thousand dollars_--which temperate men had to earn by the sweat of their brows! What say tax-payers? Are you willing to pay a thousand dollars to enable the grog-seller to make _two red cents_? But this case is comparatively nothing when contrasted with a recent transaction about the 1st of July, 1843. An Indian, one of those half-civilized, rum-loving creatures who abound in the West, stepped out of Cataraugus county into the State of Pennsylvania, where, it seems, men are sold indulgences to sin, as well as in the Empire State; and then filled his pocket-bottle with real “Red-eye,” and the seller of the poison made _two red cents_ clear profit again. While under its maddening influence, he went into a farmer’s house near by with whom he was totally unacquainted, and murdered a mother and five children;--all that comprised the little family, except the husband and father, who was from home. When he returned to his little interesting family what a sight met his eyes!--enough, it would seem, to curdle his blood, and change the man to stone. There lay the mother and her five little ones--from ten years of age down to infancy, stretched upon the floor--swimming in blood, _and all dead_! Oh! what desolation was there! “No more for him the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire’s return, And climb his knee, the envied kiss to share.” * * * * * Misgive, that you may not mistake. [Illustration: Charlotte Corday] Charlotte Corday. There are few incidents of the French Revolution more intensely interesting than those which relate to Charlotte Corday. Paris was the scene of the most violent commotions that have ever been witnessed in civilized society. All France was agitated with the strife of parties that wrestled with each other in the capital. The hearts of men seemed to be filled with frenzy. The common bonds of society were rent asunder; new and strange ideas took possession of the minds of the people. In the midst of this excitement, and wrought up by the fever of the time, to a design beyond her sex, Charlotte Corday appeared upon the theatre of action, and arrested even the attention of the maddened populace of Paris, by her heroic self-devotion.