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A Too Fond Wye.-Among the items Of late
foreign intelligence, our readers may remember
the mention Of the death ofn Mr.Aymer, a circus
vaulter. The North Adams (Mass.) Transcript
gives the following melancholy account of the eff.
feet Of the news upon his widow, who is n resi-.
dent of that town:


Mr.. Aymer formerly resided in this village, and
left here engaged in his profession about year
since. He has here, residing with her mother. a
beautiful and lovely wife of twenty, to whom the
intelligence Of his awful end was communicated
by means of the above extract on Friday last.
She read it, shed tear it. and burst into the
wild laugh Of the maniac. 1t was one of the most
heart-rending scenes the eye ever beheld, 10 look
upon the mental ruins of this beautiful female
to encounter that wild and frantic eye--and to lis.
ten to tho lncoherent and unmeaning conversation
OF one whose reason has stranded. On the Sab.
bath she nrrayed herself in her bridal dress, and
wandered over the fields pluckng aowers, and
decking herself with fantastic ornaments, pierc.
ing the car and the heart with her frantic calls
for her lover. Mrs. hymer buried her only child


IN New York the past summer, and is now veriIy
alone on the bleak waste of life, without a star


to guide her frail and shattered bark. and without
a beacon light to warn her of quisksands and
shoa!s.-Pic.