Among the sufferers is Mr. G. P. Copeland, a portrait painter of merit, who resides to of one day on the premises.
He informed Mr. and Mrs. Copeland that a battle was almost inevitable in that partrotected.
The Beast had the duplicity to add to Mrs. Copeland, "General Butler, Madam, is a mate of his word —ever he says you may rely upon." With this assurance, Mr. and Mrs. Copeland left their home and their all to thMrs. Copeland left their home and their all to the care of the robbers.
Upon returning, they found that the building had been ransacked and plundered, and theyaluable they possessed.
Even a canvas, on which Mr. Copeland had painted the portrait of a child for a Brunswthe field the body of some miserable Yankee dog. Mrs. Copeland's wedding ring was stolen from a trunk and everyhe solemn promises of Butler had been falsified, Mrs. Copeland addressed a polite note to the Beast, reminding y of the most bitter kind." Up to Saturday last, Mrs. Copeland had not received one word of reply from the Beas