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Startling condolences often happen in the world which astonish, while they pain us, and almost induce us to believe that the life of one man depends on that of the oth- CT, by some unknown and unaccountabIe sympathy. Death strikes those of the same family at different places, as though the life of one was bound up in that of the other. We had scarcely heard the death of our gifted and great Crittenden, when we learn that Kentucky has had to lament the loss of his brother, HENRY CRITTEN- DEN, who died in Shelbyville, Ky, on the 2lst of December last-three days after his brother left the theatre where he had but begun to act his part. Their course had but commenced-the future was brighten ing before them--and the road of our friends becoming less painful, when the hand of death came on them. We had fondly hoped that it was the destiny of Ro- bert Crittenden to live until he should tri- umph over islander and persecution--over obloquy and wrong. It might not be. We have recorded him in our memory-and we lament with the survivors the loss which they will never cease to feel.