an impression no less than the former.
Between 10 and 11 o'clock yesterday morning, Mr. William Read, a blacksmith of this city, entered the machine shops of Samuel Cochran, on Penniston Alley, nearly opposite this office, for the purpose of buying some iron of the latter about which he had spoken to some weeks ago. Upon entering the shop and finding everything quiet, he called cut to Cochran several times, but receiving no answer, ascended to the upper floor, where, in the north end of the house, lying beside the bed, he saw, to his horor, the torn and putrid remains of the man whom he was in search of Without delaying a moment, he hurried out to the streve his tools and implements to Richmond.
In accordance with the evidence, and the result of the examination of the premises, the jury rendered a verdict that Cochran came to his death from some cause unknown.
It is proper to state that on the stove in his office, were found a coffee pot, partly filled with coffee, and a p