Intelligence of a very discouraging nature, informing me that my approaching trial is not to be postponed on any account, impels me to make my way out of this place to-night. Before doing so, however, I have to thank you for your kindness to me. I am also indebted to Dr. M. for his attention to my comfort, and I regret that interests of the highest importance require me to take a step which may lead some people to find fault with you. All that I can say about that is, that I have been fortunate in eluding your vigilance as a public officer. The effects I leave behind me should be sent by express to my friends in P----, who no doubt will pay all expenses incurred by me while I was with you. Any letters coming here may be forwarded to me at P----, that is, after waiting a week when my brother is to be at that place. With a renewal of my acknowledgments for your goodness, I remain Respectfully yours, A. C. N. To J. Price, Esq., Sheriff, &c. Among the "effects," left behind, were sundry saws, files, and chisels of the best workmanship and materials; a large roll of putty, to have been used in concealing the saw-marks, in case a second night's labor had been required; and a valise containing a variety of books, wearing apparel, and letters received from his friend during his confinement. One of them was from his wife, a young, lovely, and accomplished woman. It is full of love, devotion, and Christian resignation, and ends as follows:-- "The dear baby is quite well, and is growing finely every day. She is a dear, beautiful child. Oh that God may keep her for us both, for she will make us so happy, she binds us so closely together. "Here are some lines which I have preserved for some time. They have often comforted me, and I hope your feelings are such that they may comfort you." "GOD'S WAY IS BEST." This blessed truth I long have known, So soothing in its hopeful tone-- Whate'er our trials, cares and woes, Our Father's mercy freely flows-- That on his bosom we may rest, For God is good, "His way is best." Trouble without and grief within, Are the sure heritage of sin; And e'en affection's voice may die In the last quivering, gasping sigh; But what though death our souls distress, 'Twere better thus--"God's way is best." Misfortune's dark and bitter blight May fall upon us like the night; Our souls with anguish may be torn When we are called o'er friends to mourn; But what assurance doubly blest, To feel that all "God's ways are best."