A Suicidal Editor

il is seiuom mai we uear 01 me smciae oí an editor. Enjoying, as editora invariably do, the most prinoely salaries, or receiving vast revenues from establishments which they own - living, in fact, upon the fat of the land, they are seklom tempted to viólate the canon wliich the Everlasting has fixed against eelf-slaughter. It is with surprise, therefore, that wo rt ad of the dark attempt of Charles Bowen, editor of the Mohawk Valley Register, at the village of Fort Plain, j New York. Buwen raailed a letter the I other day to his mother, informing her i where his stark remains might be f ovtud. Then he-went down to the rnurnmring Mohawk, and, suspending his garinents upon the limb of a hickory tree, pliwged into the stream. The letter to his mother having been delivered within a few rnoments after it had been mailed, üie good lady assembled a posse and went to ünd her son. At the precise spot indi ccted the yonng journaliste clothes were found, and there, too, in the middle of the stream was the editor, with his face ' upturned to the kies. He had waded out until he had reached a depth of five feet, and, standing there, he was apparently waiting for the tide to come up and i drown him; an event for which he must ] have waited long and wearily, as there ai'e no tidcs in the Mohawk. With diffli culty the young man was pei-suaded to í como out of the water and rehabilítate himselí in the garinents of earth. The only excuse which he could give for thus seeking to abandon the brilliant career of a country editor was that his friends had " all gono back on him." The Mo hawJ Valley llegistcr will be published j as usual hereaf ter.