ng, the sound
of an approaching train was heard, and the men advised him to go back to
his pony, for fear it should take fright at the train, and he said he
would do so, as it had been frightened by a train on a previous occasion.
He accordingly went towards the gate where he had left the pony and
chaise, and from that time there was no evidence to show what took place.
The family sat up the whole night awaiting the return of their relatives
in the utmost possible alarm at their absence; but nothing was heard of
them until the following morning, when a bargeman found the drowned pony
and the chaise and the dead bodies of the father and son floating in the
Medway, near the spot where the chaise had been last seen on the previous
evening. They were taken home, and a coroner's inquest was held, and the
only conclusion that could be arrived at was that the pony had taken
fright at the noise of the train, which appeared to have passed about the
time, and that he had jumped into the river, which at this spot was from
12 to 14 feet deep.

The policy on the life of the father had been assigned to the son, whose
widow claimed the two sums insured from the defendants. That payable on
the death of the son they paid: but they refused to pay that due on the
father's policy, and pleaded to the action several pleas, alleging
certain violations of the conditions; and singularly enough, considering
that they had not disputed the son's policy on the same ground, they now
pleaded that the death was not the result of accident, but arose from
wanton and voluntary exposure to unnecessary danger.

The jury found a verdict for the plaintiff.

A CATASTROPHE.

Au old lady was going from Brookfield to Stamford, and took a seat in the
train for the first and last time in her life. During the ride the train
was thrown down an embankment. Crawling from beneath the _debris_
unhurt, she spied a man sitting down, but with his legs laid down by some
heavy timber. "Is this Stamford?" she anxiously inquired. "No, madam,"
was the reply, "this is a catastrophe." "Oh!" she cried, "then I hadn't
oughter got off here."

WEDDING AT A RAILWAY STATION.

Baltimore has had what it calls a romantic wedding at Camden Station. A
few moments before the departure of the outbound Washington train, a
gentleman accompanied by a lady and another gentleman, whose clerical
appearance indicated his profession, alighted from a carriage and entered