| 549 some thirty of our fellow citizens into another world!
We have no time to describe the horrid scene immediately after the explosion. The building while it was on fire, was blown into atoms, and the buildings east and west were shattered by the concussion and flying timbers. About 30 firemen and others near the fire were instantaneously killed, being thrown in all directions-into the canal, for or five entirely across the canal-and among them some of our most respectable citizens, and, we are sorry to add, including about half a dozen of our most promising young men. The groans of the dying, the frantic screams of wives and children, brothers and sisters, who had lost their dearest earthly friends-the killed and wounded carried from the scene to their homes-altogether, presented a sight to melt the strongest heart.
Our whole village is in mourning and distress! The stores this morning still remain closed. Such scenes as we have witnessed in the last 12 hours, may heaven forbid our ever seeing again.
We understand windows were broken by the explosion, as far as Salina. The noise was very plainly heard four miles east. The number of kegs of powder which exploded were about 15.
When we are brought to the reflection that all this distress has been brought upon us, by the hand of an incendiary-a devil in human shape, we are disgusted and sick at heart, for poor human nature.
The alarm that powder was in the building was given, but with such a want of energy as to border on criminality.-Many supposed, also, that it was a mere trick of the incendiary.
Total Number killed 33-wounded 33.
From the St Louis Atlas.
Remarkable Phenomenon.
The Nashville Banner states that "a shower of animal matter, like flesh and blood, had fallen in Wilson county, Tennessee. Gentlemen of high character state that the space covered by this extra ordinary shower, is half a mile in length, and about seventy-five yards in width."
The editor says he has seen a specimen of this singular out pouring, and remarks that it has an odor like putrid flesh.
A letter from a physician near the scene to Prof. Troost, who has received an invoice of the new article, states that the writer gathered it with his own hands. He observes-
"The regular manner it exhibited on some green Tobacco leaves, leaves very little or no doubt of its having fallen like a shower of rain, and it is stated on the authority of some negroes only, to have fallen from a small red cloud, no other clouds visible in the heavens at the time. It took place on Friday last between 11 and 12 o'clock, about five miles N. E. of Lebanon. I have sent what I think to be a drop of blood, the other particles composed of muscle and fat, although the proportions of the shower appeared to be a much larger quantity of blood than of other properties.
Poetry.
For the Times and Seasons
Lines addressed to Ms. Mercy R. Thompson the bereaved consort of the late Col. R. B. Thompson, deceased: City of Nauvoo, Ill.
By Miss E. R. Snow.
Fair mourner, I would gladly quell Thou dost not weep, to weep alone!
Thy grief, and bid thy sorrow's rest The broad bereavement seems to fall,
But ah I'm bound with sorrow's spell, Unheeded and unfelt by none:-
And grief is lab'ring in my breast! He was beloved-beyond by all.
While thou shalt shed the copious tear, But lo! what joy salutes our grief!
My tears with thine, would freely blend, Bright rainbows crown the tearful gloom-
Thou hast to mourn a partner dear,- Hope, hope eternal, brings relief-
The Muse, a patronizing friend! Faith, sounds a triumph o'er the tomb.
That tone of pure poetic thought- It sooths [soothes] our sorrow-says to thee,
That rich effusions of the mind, The Lord is chast'ning comes to bless-
Which grac'd the truths, he sweetly taught, God is thy God-he says he'll be
Had with my feelings deeply twin'd. "A father to the fatherless."
And now, my lyre is all unstrung- Celestial glory beams around:
Its cords seem flutt'ring loose on air- My grief subdued-my lyre again
Its keys unnerved-is keenly sprung
With grief, the finger of dispair [despair]!
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